Poetry Collection

Bonjour!

After much encouragment from my didi(big sister) and much reluctance from me, I decided to share some of my poetry for #ThursdayThoughts

****NEWS

After six years of revolution and demanding for freedom, people in #Aleppo are being forced to leave their beloved city. 

My heart bleeds for their struggle & quality of life. Just because it isn't happening Here. Doesn't mean it ISN'T happening.

Bana Alabed is a 7 year old girl tweeting from #Aleppo

Dear world, there's intense bombing right now. Why are you silent? Why? Why? Why? Fear is killing me & my kids. - Fatemah #Aleppo

— Bana Alabed (@AlabedBana) December 14, 2016

Death I Shall becometh

Let the dead raise again,

And Death I shall becometh, lay your smoky ring upon my finger.

You are the entity of inevitable choice,

And from Chaos we were all born. It's what binds us, keeps us and forgets us...

There is but only one face I would condemn all of my humanity.

So I say this now. Yes, Hear Me!

Bring me the Doors of thyself,

So I may retrieve what was taken.

Lay claim to my soul and punish my sin,



But deny me none, for Death I shall becometh.

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The family portrait of Ma 

A family portrait stands, stuck to the left. 

Frozen and perfect are the united, 

In the wake of devastating bald evil and a bandana. 

She crouches, centered in the timeless beauty of an unaffected soul, 

Practiced smiles and joyful cheekbones reign over the blooming garden. 

While one stands alone, unimpressed, with eyes in curved shadows, 

He smiles for no one, for no one has him smiling. 

How to not cancer? How to, you say? 

He wishes to all seven heavens for an answer he knows not to come. 

An angel of frail and fractured bones looks up at her, 

Staring absently, lost in her mortal coil. 

A single obsidian strand of hair, 

Hangs twisted and woven, in silent prayer of Buddhist tranquility. 

How to not cancer? How to, you say? 

Hope…..you hope. 

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The origin of first novel

A scene, for years, my mind protested.

Too frantic a life it shamed denial.

I would like to say a fire of will was ushered,

Truly it was the void, of no distraction left.

In curiosity, the scene became wanted

Yearning to witness the words, I exclaimed at the keyboard.

Passionate and demented strokes, driving their narrative in flow.

In hilarity, the scene became a chapter and that chapter became illuminated after twenty instalments.

A story was born, an origin story unlike any other but like some.

Characters became emotion, emotion became flaws and flaws became doorways to humanity.

“A cure exists! A cure exists!” I bellow to the skies,

Hurting ten ways to Sunday in no sleep patterns of pungent coffee and teeth-staining Death sticks.

I curl the fetus and clutch the airplane, headaches bruising my corneas.

The story was realized, without outright complaint, at twenty-six instalments.

A graph was thought into creation, a graph to illustrate both character tags and word counts.

It was not the summit that congealed the suffering to enjoyment and wonder,

But the under-looked journey, in all its extreme sweat droplets.

Written and Smitten,

A writer I am.



Words are immortal.

His no wife policy

Adopt a baby, toddler or teenager but tolerate no wife. 

A proposal of not, a bended knee on platitudes of love but one of mutual co-habitation. 

He gives out his heart, sliding down a sleeve, it ruptures and bleeds

These stitches, trembling hands unable to stop. 

Father always says, he did his job with them. He clothed and double shoe’d himself. 

Yet here they were, the father and the opposite of his daughter. Arguing,

In time, that adoption is another exciting leap for their family to encourage. 

He tries not to contemplate anything but the stork bringing him any such natural offspring.

Belief in miracles are slapped out of them as a time honored tradition among the realistic.

What does he want to do? Astronaut-not

What does he want to do? Neurosurgeon-not

What does he want to do? James Cameron-not

With quotes of the mundane thrust upon him. 

God’s hand is felt in wood with one final kick left in it. 

No one would make him do it but he did, in good faith of Church modesty. 

Chastity! She cries to the upside down ocean of Caribbean magnitude. White puffs are rare but they serve their purpose. 

No choice was left now when a hostile uterus doesn’t mean what it used to.

She clutches his hands and sobs right over it. 

He promises to make this a night she will never forget.

InstaGram Poems

I'm 1% sane

& the rest as Crazy as Crazy comes

Color me an inverse reverb rainbow 

Betwixed this bubble, bubble foil & stubble

Lay this, slay that

Humble bumble it's all but a mumble 

Be quickest my deafening Heart -E

Your beauty doth my heart ensnared
My life disarray, my soul alight
I love you now more so with each breath unto me.
I have to dare
I have to be
Your one true love from all loves to soul laid bare.
Take me or have me, I was yours always, now and forever. - €

Far fetched the winds of trade blow
Winged angel up above
How sweet it is you've come to show

Without you here all color faded
I was abreast
My heart all manner of desinflated

Now you're back, the world grows
The song melodies
Those dang'd birds churp
Mist covered droplets descend
Frost flaked butterflies ascend --- €








Dark destiny show me your purpose
Live now, live forever
Live for never
Whistle, it's not o'er the sundry summery bliss
Bounce! Bounce that ounce you malice of this Monday blue
Thunder through, least you die
Harder still is the After
Softer still is the Heart --- €

Whisper to my soul
Hush Hush skittle brittle
Little by little
Whenever darkness approaches
When shadows engulf the world
You battle, you fight, you endure
My warrior, eternal
And of light-stitched particles
This heart, this ventricular organ beats.
It beats, beats only for you -- €

 

Darkness colors my soul
in a way the light never could.
It binds, to coils, it fractures
Rage is all I feel,
Against those who harm
Harm those who cannot
Defend,
Protect
OR hide.
I want to defend, I want to protect
I want to hide
I must destroy.
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© Enricoh Alfonzo ~ Alfonzo Words

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Supernatural (TV Series): Review

An enemy that will stop at nothing... A family that will risk everything.

Funny quote: Sam – “Dude, I'm not enabling your sick habit. You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies.”

Bring on the awesome! It’s finally time to talk about one of my favorite TV shows around.

I have been a fan since episode Uno and have never missed a season, often re-watching them just to watch those brothers dust all manner of nasty that goes bump in the night.

DeviantArt Gif Cred: deino_erd

Eric Kripke, the creator, says the core of the show is two brothers who hunt monsters. Hell Yeah, it is! I frickkin love this show. I’ve never had a brother but I’ve always wanted a big brother I could look up to. Dean Winchester fills this role in spades, he’s badass and willing to sacrifice anything to keep his brother alive. They’ve taken on vampires, werewolves, wendigos, ghosts, demons, gods, even angels and they keep on coming. This is the perfect twist to those congested crime procedurals they keep throwing around hoping for a hit. It starts out with Sam & Dean combing newspaper articles and obituaries for clues to possible monster attacks. If they find something convincing enough, they drive to the location in Dean’s infamous black 1967 Chevrolet Impala which he refers to as ‘Baby’. Once there, they get to dress up as various officials in order to investigate what’s usually a crime site. Their go-to personas are FBI agents with rock aliases for names. (I know, awesome!). 

DeviantArt Cred: MarWash

The show has kept its fans always wanting more and is a testament to Supernatural having surpassed Smallville as the longest-running North American science-fiction series with a renewal for a 12^th season. The best part is I know two brothers that are just like Sam & Dean. I have been trying to get them to watch the show for years. One day I will succeed.

Interestingly enough the show was meant to end at season 5 according to the creator and with way, the events of season 5 played out…. The finale truly was a standalone and the series could have ended there with amazing finality. But by then the actors Jared Padalecki (I know crazy surname) and Jensen Ackles who play Sam and Dean respectfully, had done too good of a job gaining followers. The shows fans would not let it die, they wanted more of the brothers. So the producers kept the show going, granted the plot lines have been exceedingly more untethered to any known mythos but who cares, more Supernatural forever I say.

Included on the bonus DVD is a documentary of the actors on set and how much fun they have. It makes you want to watch them on screen that much more. Jared and Jensen are known for their off-set shenanigans. 

Pic Cred: borgmama

A must watch is the end of the “Yellow Fever” season 5, episode 6. Where Jensen does an insanely hilarious lip sync version of “Eye of the Tiger” song. If you YouTube the bloopers you’ll see just how funny these guys are.

DeviantArt Cred: Eajna

My favorite mythical being that the brothers have ever faced is Death. 

This dude is definitely one of the most powerful beings in the Supernatural universe even claiming to reap God one day! The actor provides such mystery that you can’t help but wonder just how vast his power is. Though the fact that Lucifer bound him does annoy me on his limitations. 

Speaking of ‘Ol Lucy, finally, now here is a Satan with some juice! When you see him almost annihilate every ruling pagan god of their respective pantheons, it’s like whaaaat?! Naturally he brought the fear to the brothers tenfold mostly because Sam was destined to be his one true vessel. I have to say, though, I am not a fan of the actor who played him. After seeing Mark Pellegrino, as some wannabe vampire leader on the Almost Human US TV series, I just can’t get with him playing the first Archangel. His individual characteristics just didn’t pull me in as believable. He had the power but he didn’t act like it. Not in the same way Death did. The actor looked too bored. 

I loved how the angels aren’t portrayed as neither good nor bad but lost soldiers who are always seeking a leader, searching for God. The show depicts how following orders without question can be, literally, apocalyptic… With the introduction of Castiel played by Mischa Collins, the brothers get firsthand experience into the motivations and powers of an angel.

Here is some amazing concept art of the Winchester brothers as Angels. (No spoilers don't worry)

DeviantArt Cred: peace4all & griffouine

On the most interesting side, as long as the show keeps up the monster hunting formula I foresee a brilliant future ahead for the show. I am grateful that Jared & Jensen have set aside whatever other projects they want to do and have decided to stick with the show.

It’s X-Files with more action and less conspiracy.

It’s the modern Twilight zone with less science fiction and more paranormal fiction.

Mike Hale of The New York Times also named the series on his top ten list for the year: "Supernatural is currently among the wildest and most entertaining series in prime time."

Personal rating: 10/10

In the days to come, I will add more reviews of my favorite TV shows and Movies. 

Let me know your thoughts about the show. All views are welcome.

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Deadpool Vs. Spawn: Let's Compare

So who came first? 

Spawn or Deadpool?

Who intro'd their premiere Anti-hero first? Image Comics or Marvel?

Both these characters have become widely known as their respective Comic giant's ultimate Anti-Hero fantastico. Let's take a look at some similarities first:

I can't help but wonder if these traits are exactly what makes them so popular with readers, I can agree that they are what make them super awesome to me :-)

Mind orgasmic powers aside, their personalities and willpower are what stand out as they use these to overcome some of their most challenging moments.
After doing the above table, I gawked at it, shocked at how many similarities there are.

Granted Spawn is more physically brutal, darker & serious in nature. He's also regarded as an Occult Anti-Hero. While Deadpool is mostly cray-cray in the hay-hay, often breaking the 4th wall. Which is frickin' Epic!

So without further ado, the answer to the question is........(Drum roll please)............................................................

Deadpool!!! Tadarattada!!

Deadpool's first appearance was February 1991.
Spawn's first appearance was May 1992.

Crazy how close their debuts are hey? Deadpool comes out in February, then a little over a year later, Spawn debuts. 

Let me start by saying I'm huge fan of Todd McFarlane (I mean who isn't). But it does beg the question, did Deadpool's fame influence the creation of Spawn? Did Todd McFarlane use those same characteristics to come up with the deadly Hellspawn? 

Furthermore, McFarlane had enjoyed superstar status among comic fans with his work on Spider-Man, which had featured McFarlane's name prominently as both writer and artist. Which ties in with a similar post I did regarding Superman Vs. Spiderman: Let's Compare.

According to Todd, he created the character Spawn when he was 16, and spent "countless hours" perfecting the appearance of each component of the character's visual design. Whereas if you look at Deadpool's creation by artist/writer Rob Liefeld and writer Fabian Nicieza, a lot of the influence came from DC's character, Deathstroke. Other influences include, what Danny DeVito's character was to Arnold Schwarzenegger's character in Twins, Deadpool was intended to be to Wolverine. They also used mannerism from Spiderman, in the way that he makes jokes during battle. 

Now that we know what their similarities are, who came first & their creation stories. Can we still say that one influenced the other? 

I'm a major fan of the Spawn artwork & graphic detail yet I'm also a major fan of Deadpool's signature traits & mannerisms. His dialogue is mad hilarious at times. Plus the dude dates Death & breaks the 4th wall! I love it. Both have gotten their own Feature-Length films which only further popularized their characters & comics. So in all fairness, it's a win-win. 

On a side note, a guy began a comment debate on Facebook about whether or not Deadpool can be labelled as a Superhero since he's classified as an Anti-Hero? 

There were some solid points made for each side of the debate. 

I define it as Deadpool is a Superhero under the sub-category of Anti-Hero. 

Interested to hear others thoughts on this, so comment below. 

~Be Kind to One Another~ Ellen Degeneres

Not Alone: The Beauty within a quiet moment of Reflection

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Photography Cred: Me

Staring through my window, I look on as the summer rain drenches every individual blade of grass, in some way or another connecting sky and earth. Rain, being one of the many natural cycles that is essential to this planet, how could anyone not marvel at such simplistic process? The irony of it all I thought, how can one day seem amazingly perfect and complex yet the next be filled with so much pain it's hard to breathe?

I stood up abruptly not wanting to fall into the morbidity of such thoughts. I looked around my room and realized how crowded the walls seemed as opposed to years ago when I first painted it red and black in parallel to one another. Spending days here, reading and immersing myself in so many different worlds except my own, my blindness afforded my denial. There was no escaping it was there? Peace of mind would be unfathomable at this point. Not now, not when everything I touch is obscured by the vision of 'It' disintegrating before me, ashes. Just like ashes to the wind. There was a knock on the door and in that moment, a distinguished timeline seemed not to exist. I knew that the eventuality of my mistakes was upon me now.

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I searched the classroom for her face and found it easily, her beauty always caught me off guard, no matter how many hours I had spent marveling at every detail of it. She wore a smile of understanding, I smiled back feeling secretive again wondering why I ever insisted that we keep what we have a secret. Then I realized that what we have, as I've always deduced, is inevitably either a sweet, sweet dream or maybe just a beautiful nightmare. How many days have I been in turmoil over what I had done to deserve such an angel? Countless. Her beauty has no equal and the beauty within her was even more of a rarity. In my reality, she would always by my dream and in her dream I would always be her reality. What a pair, the sky, and the earth, so very far apart yet connected in mysterious ways.                         

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Before the pain…
Sometimes in life, you find a special person: Someone who changes your life, in impossible ways, just by being a part of it. Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop. Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world. Someone who convinces you, that there is always an unlocked door just waiting for you to open. True Love is what holds you, the stuff of legend that binds you, in an unbreakable way, without any effort.
True Love and family… Ha! So naive was I, to have believed I could have both. What was I? If not, a soulless and selfish monster. No one alive could hate me more than I hate myself. 

I am an empty wondering idiot without a conscience, without purpose, and without hope.
A past erased and a future obscured. I am only left with the present, to live without anything besides one, just one, agonizing memory. 
What was it? Anger, pain, rage or disgust? I could not decide which to feel at once or even together. I knew but only one thing, that these emotions were nothing if not my immortal curse and mine alone to bear. 
They had taken me over so irrevocably it was as though they were given a conscience of their own. I was weak; I wanted, it to end, to die.
If only someone would be kind enough to give me my one true wish.
Death, it seems will always be both my enemy and my savior. 
You have to wonder, though. In the event that death is upon us, what would be the most intense aspect of it experienced? Would it be rage, despair, greed, sacrifice, destruction or even intoxication, madness, and nihilism?
Maybe the answer is, above all else, simplistic and a little ideal…. loneliness or old age? And yet still, the aspects of life seem to elude and discombobulate us.

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Every family has their own domestic problems and after years of fighting against the tide, I just gave up, flowing with the current, not knowing where or when it would end. I would later find out just how wrong my decision was. The following disasters occurred; in my silence, my father felt he had failed me and chosen to revert back to the old ways of drowning his problems away at the bar with a favorite friend of his, named ''Brandy''. I could never understand how a man whose had a much longer time to be an adult than I, could not end such a cowardly habit or have any respect for himself at all but who was I to judge. I was still a beginner to life, a tenderfoot so to speak. The consequences of these actions then lead to my mother's depression, blaming herself for failing at her marriage and her misunderstood son. 

''Dad hurry up we are going to be late!!'' I urged my father as we were driving to the airport; after all the drama endured I would finally enjoy an independent, family-free holiday. In the distance, the airport came into view and with it a sense of unlimited excitement washed over me like that perfect wave all surfers dream of having. I was not going to waste it, as fast as humanly possible, we were at the gateway to the plane. My mother was in tears, my father looking like he was searching for the right thing to say and my sister feigned disinterest.

I knew there was no possible way to dissolve every issue before I left so I searched for the right words to say what I knew I would mean. ''I'm going to miss you.'' Was all that escaped my lips. My mother burst into tears and so did my sister, the both of them held closely by my father, clearly in no state to talk.

''Have a good trip and be safe son.'' My father replied, with a look of discomfort on his face. A little disappointed I walked away, a single tear of pain flowing down my cheek. ''WE LOVE YOU!!'' Shocked I turned around and saw my father too in tears, waving. I smiled and waved back until my view of them disappeared as I entered the gateway.

The plane trip was finally over, leaving me agitated and annoyed. The married couple next to me were constantly finding ways to grope each other secretively, with no success I might add. Whispers of ''I love you'' and ''I love you more'' were continually exchanged between the newlyweds, which drove me to the point of insanity and made my non-belief in love grow immensely. Sherlock Holmes once said that ''When you've eliminated all of the impossible, however improbable, only the truth will remain....'' Which begs the question what is love? How can one ascertain the truth of love if we live in a world where love is commercialized and it's true meaning abandoned when teenagers and majority of the public decide that after months of dating the next logical step would be the ''I love you'' part right? When clearly they've only offered the written meaning of what love is in the dictionary and not a personalized unaltered meaning of their own. How can one believe that love exists on the pretext of knowing that the French invented the word to bed women and play Casanova? It all becomes very complicated compared to the simplicity of it explained in books and movies. And still, those cheap meanings are still incredibly enticing and seductive, even I have longed to experience something so illogical, the novelty of it and all that. 

Upon arriving at the hotel, I immediately admired my surroundings: A huge entertainment area complete with a flat-screen TV, a mini bar, a recliner and even a light dimmer. And the luxuries continued with a magnificent en-suite complete with a multi-faceted shower for a massaging wake-up call, a refined almost heavenly Jacuzzi and yet another flat screen TV for the guest's viewing pleasure. A Massive king size bed with accessories like the most comfortable pillow I've had the honor of resting my head on, sheets that felt like Egyptian silk and of course a phone to indulge in late night food cravings. And finally the most important part, the view. Standing on the balcony marveling at the impossibly beautiful landscape of Rome, all my problems seemed to disappear with a long awaited and relaxed sigh. 

It was about two in the morning when I received the call that would change my life forever. Apparently after they had dropped me off and were heading back home, a drunk inexperienced driver lost control of the car causing a massive collision ending the lives of 12 people including my family’s. For several moments that felt like an eternity to me, I stood frozen next to the bed not thinking of anything in specific or able to move any muscle. ''They are alive, it was just a nightmare.'' Was the only thought recurring in my head as I raced to the terminal. I wasn't in denial, I wasn't in pain, I just needed to prove my nightmare wrong to know that the family I had neglected were at home… for me to redeem myself and ask for their forgiveness. They just had to be there, someone's family just couldn't be taken away in so instantaneously. Could they?

By the time I reached home I was already aggravated to the point of screaming at the taxi driver for his slow services, I through a bunch of notes at the undeserving driver and hurried into the driveway, bags in hand. What I saw brought me to my knees; both families were there, my father's side and my mothers, all in tears consoling one another in a feeble attempt to promise hope, hope they did not have to promise. The pain of realizing my worst possible fear was confirmed; it was unbearable, paralyzing every cell in my body. The pressure of it brought me to my knees and I stared in horror as the wind blew away everything, the house, the walls even the grass! Then there was only darkness, it devoured me and I welcomed it with open arms. 

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''Ever since my mind has permitted me to remember, I grew up with the most compassionate woman I've ever had the honor of meeting. She taught me of what it means to give selfless unconditional love without any thought or expectancy of the outcome. Her life was filled with emotion and caring for this family. Every day she struggled to make each of us hap—''

I paused only to lose more of a breathing rhythm, I thought I could be strong, I thought I could ignore my emotions for just this day, to be strong enough for everyone else but I couldn't, in this moment I felt wave after crashing wave of torture. I looked at their faces all hanging on my every word, searching for hope and strength that I could not provide. And then, there she was at the end of the hall looking straight into me with a kind of compassionate intensity, in that instant, she became my bond to sanity… for the time being. Behind her were my parents and my sister, they were smiling… apparently unaware of their deaths. I knew then that I could be strong enough, strong for this day and not tarnish my family's memory.

This wasn't the time to cause more pain when the one everyone was experiencing that day was crippling enough. So instead I talked about how much my parents taught my sister and me, how entranced they would get over a game of scrabble. I spoke about all the things that made us a family; that made us unique.

''Our minds are the birthplace of ingenuity, of all decision and we have to work through our hearts and not from it, to achieve life's true meaning. My family has passed, and they'll never take another breath again. I don't know what will happen now but I do know they'll never truly be gone, as long as we keep those memories we have of them close and carrying them with us throughout our lives.''
Yet again another single tear shot down my cheek, I hastily wiped it away hoping no one saw. Looking up to the back of the room I saw her again, with my family on the cornerstones of her shoulders. ''Thank you all for coming, it means a lot to me.'' With that, I walked over to the coffins and placed a rose over each of their bodies, not realizing that at each coffin I had squeezed the stem of each rose so hard that it had caused my hand to bleed. The physical pain was somehow irrelevant at this point. In my sister's coffin, I placed a picture of her dancing, in my mother’s, a picture of our family in one of those unanimously and rare happy moments. In my fathers, a picture of him and I after a long day of bonding through the art of fishing. As I got off the platform, through my tear-filled vision, I saw that a figure was moving rapidly towards me, the way a rocket would through space and time. I could only regard this as a threat, instinctively shielding myself with my hands, but then the figure surprised me by launching its weight against me… embracing me and in finality, I knew it was her. She'd been waiting to take me away, away from the crowd so they wouldn't see me let go.

As the coffins were lowered into their resting place one by one I let out one final whisper to them, ''Love you.''

THE END.

There is Beauty within a moment of quiet reflection. In hope, I wish we all find it.

~"Be kind to one another."~ Ellen DeGeneres

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