Mother Nature Emotions

"Rerum Natura" (Mother Nature) surro...

“Rerum Natura” (Mother Nature) surrounded by grottesche decorations: Villa d’Este (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A sudden wrong move, and she will collapse.

If the wait doesn’t manage to crush you.

Maybe next time you’ll heed the warning signs.

Tremendous destruction, shakes and shivers.

Thousands of small disturbances each day.

She travels around the world. Sudden jolts.

When her tears begin to fall, you must swim.

When the feelings come, prepare to be done.

Covered in guilt and evidence of wrong.

When she brings her fury storm, knocks you down.

She’ll huff, and she’ll puff, tell you it’s over.

She’ll blow you away with tears and her snot.

Every single second, flashes of rage.

A short fuse, a missing circuit, she’s mad.

You will only burn once the shock is gone.

Dancing in circles, turning round and round.

Not so merry, you will fall to the ground.

Dizzy from confusion, spinning away.

She’s not tall, but she’ll rise up against.

Fierce opposition to anything said.

You won’t appease her. She’ll come tumbling down.

Once she spews, you’ll know the fire within.

You recant telling your friends she’s awesome.

Uncontrollable, fueled by what you say.

She’ll burn all the bridges, never come back.


King Shark

King Shark

King Shark. He chomps and gulps, swallowing them.

Bones break as he grinds them into pieces.

Friends and foes alike, he listens to none.

Once he smells blood, mechanism engaged.

He crunches them up, one bite, then inhales.

As quick an ending as could be believed.

Some would say before life even started.

Impervious to others, wrests control.

Hook, line and sinker, pulled into the depths.

When the hunter becomes prey, see the fear.

Confidence and temperament disappear.

His terms now. They seek refuge in the storm.

Nature grants no such pardons to the weak.

Here, might is obeyed. Wily, cunning… not.

No subservience, only dominates.

Not a choice, a lifestyle. Can’t be swayed.

Like a rock, punch his nose, won’t go away.

Too hungry to quit. Can’t find the answers.

So he seeks to consume, destroy peace, love.

Insatiable, relentless, creatures scared.

Occupy the space, but make way for him.

If he owes you more than a look… it’s done.

Cry your tears and pray to your gods. He’s here.

Pursuit unending, until you can’t swim.

Come play in the ocean. King Shark will win.


An adorably curious kitty; it's adorable, I l...

Bella was a kitten born into a small litter on a farm in Montana. She was well taken care of along with the rest of the litter. All were allowed to play, yet they were taught how to hunt as well. When their owners put the litter up for adoption she was quickly adopted by a young girl and her family, being the opinion of that young girl as the cutest kitten in the litter. Bella was only just weaned from her mother when the family selected her to move to the city with them. There, she would no longer be required to feed upon small vermin, yet was still entitled to the occasional bowl of milk. So life was good.

One of Bella’s notable exceptions of expected kitten behavior was her lack of a desire to play. That does not mean to imply that she was lazy, because she was still active. She just never showed any enthusiasm for the games other kittens loved to play. Perhaps it grew from her being the only female in her litter, and the male kittens always clumsily jostling her out-of-the-way in pursuit of a piece of string or a laser pointer. She may have never overcome that fear directed from her need for physical safety. She had even seen the others get banged around by falling gates and things, and avoided such dangers smartly.

Normally Bella was quite content to laze around all day, grooming herself for hours on end. This was normal activity for a feline such as herself, even as it took up a quarter of her days. But occasionally her grooming would take precedence over other activities to the point when it no longer seemed functional. Such grooming seemed more often to take place during Bella’s sulking periods, which occurred more often in the wintertime when she was unable to go outdoors. Ironically, Bella’s grooming seemed requisite to any outdoor excursions, and hours of grooming regularly led to wanting outdoors.

Bella never completely overcame her instinct to hunt, perhaps as a way to hold on to the memory of her mother, as could be expected of the young of barn cats. She explored the expansive territory her new family’s neighborhood allowed her to claim, and would often bring home birds and rodents to proudly place them at the displeased young girl’s feet. Such hunting kept Bella lean, until the young girl began to feed her cat food. Bella remained self-sufficient, though, and learned how to feed herself with minimal meowing for her occasionally inattentive owners. But she was otherwise unneedy, and could sustain herself whenever her owners were gone for periods on family vacations and the like.

Bella was a solitary creature that disliked the invasive company of certain other types of cat. Very kind and lovable to her adopted family, Bella could become quite aggressive and territorial with the other cats that lived nearby. Though her territory expanded for well over many blocks, she was most territorial near her owners’ home. But her owners and all of the little girl’s friends always praised Bella for being a ‘nice girl’, and they never quite understood why she insisted on fighting any other feline who entered the household. Quite different perspectives, indeed, for the human and feline populations.

Bella had never gotten along with other felines, particularly other kittens of the female sex. Fights would break out often whenever she was in their presence, whether out in the neighborhood or whenever the girl’s friends brought their own kittens over to ‘play’. Biting and scratching were common, though such behaviors are more characteristic of male cats. And the behavior worsened as she got older, perhaps because of decreasing tolerance. Yet Bella’s owners found this to be quite unusual for the same kitten whose high-pitched purrs charmed so many of the household’s human visitors. Bella eventually lived a long life, and even had a litter of her own before they were given away to a little girl and her family.

King Nothing

Coat of Arms of King Richard III of England

I used to be king. I don’t know what happened, though. The seditious rose and stole my crown, and now sit upon my once hallowed throne. I have done nothing but serve my people, and this is how they repay me. Traitors! What devil to whisper in man’s ear that the holy scepter be thieved in spite of all that is righteousness! Alas, though the crime be against God’s kingdom, there is no more to mourn. All has been said and done, and now they must live with their own consequences! I suppose I wish them spared of God’s wrath for the desecration of the charge that once he had given me alone! I mourn my kingdom’s loss for those who will now suffer under a liege unproven, unworthy, and unholy in his right. Yes, I may have made mistakes, but it is God’s right alone to force me to suffer for such a fate I have yet unearned in his eyes. Oh, the shame! For what was not mine has been taken from me though righteous I once was!

Sure, I fucked my brother’s wife. But she needed it! There she was, sitting all alone on their wedding day, weeping torturedly in her wedding dress. Her gartered thighs suddenly awoke in me a passion that we both knew we must release! Impassioned moments brought upon us by such a God that is wise yet merciful! Oh, how regret never seeped into our thoughts, though sinful other think they must be! For I was king! How should I be punished for allowing my seed to flow on through history, not regretting my inevitable demise, but celebrating that life brought forth once more to rule His kingdom! But my brother was not so understanding of God’s wishes, and called me things for which I surely cannot be called guilty! Oh, such pity I feel for men who lack the understanding of powers greater than themselves. That their small minds should allow for thoughts traitorous to God’s own commands makes me weep internal for such sacrilege.

My usurpers also claimed, as is the hest of those whom have earned legitimacy none, that I was lazy, of all things! Yes, it is true that some days following other days, I would lie in my chambers asleep (and provedly uncareful of wretched dogs!), waiting for God’s guidance in such matters that my common folks cannot begin to comprehend! I have a kingdom to oversee, and those duties would overwhelm such ordinary minds! So I must rest, as God may will it, perhaps for weeks on end if needed, so that my people do not suffer by mistaken battles and taxes they needn’t afford! That is why I must vacation often as well, to remove myself from a sanctitious lifestyle and visit a more common footing on sandy beach resorts, in my private condominium of lucidity, still struggling with decisions for my people, all whilst I put on a frontage of relaxation, so as not to worry my loyal (hah!) subjects! And usurpation is the outlandish price I must afford for such dedication to my people?!

So at times I grew sick of my subjects, many of whom would abuse my place of privilege for their own reckless gains! Asking for food from the mouths of those blessed enough to eat at my table! Or wanting me to soil my robes and build a roof, simply because a husband was too weak to work (such sloth in common men!). But never once did these beggars consider that their ‘families’ were not divined as was I, and did not deserve such things if God did not will it! So I began to spit on my subjects who dared such behests in defiance of all that was holy! But they misunderstood my tempers, and glaringly called me ‘hoarder’, or ‘keeper of things of wont’, amongst other viler names indeed! Yet the solitary souls who called me such things could be forgiven by a mere wave of my mighty hand. So when such names became commonplace in my public showings, when I gave up my own personal safety in order to explain to the common folks what was happening in the kingdom, I could not help but to piss on them!

St. Edwards Crown

That is when I ordered bodyguards placed at every entrance. We wasted no man who could exchange for my life, though! We only used women and children, because their lives are worth oh so much less than ours. What a wonderful idea of mine that was, to take up all of society’s wastefulness and re-employ them in the service of my great kingdom! Human shields they would perform at all of my events, feet shuffling to ensure coverage of my most valued humanly assets. Those vagrants should have recognized the blessing God gave by allowing them to protect his very own charge! And I was merciful as well. Each time I was saved from an assassination attempt, from a knife in the dark or a poisoned drink that was intercepted from my treasonous citizens, I disposed of the body in what their families must surely recognize in its glorious fashion as the ‘pit of martyrs’. Yes, I, their great king, was generous enough to provide for the disposal of their bodies, instead of just allowing them to lie around and rot!

With all of the cruel methods devised for the reduction to rubble of my grandiose kingdom, never would I stoop to the level of such common thieves. For I would demand hold trial, and execute those who would attempt to take from me what is rightfully mine! The survival of my legacy depends upon it, so I can be none too careful and took to execute all suspects within a fortnight! None shall make the people suffer so for my loss, so I ordered every house searched for debauchery, and every person of interest seized for summary execution! What a waste of time to trial all of these unworthy souls! The people want blood to sanctify my kingdom as safe haven from harm, and so they must receive them in the plazas, beheaded for all to know my might and power, my will to be known as God’s one and the same! The only shame was the too late devisal of a plan to increase the effectiveness of my scourge by employing executions within the households of such traitors!

Never would I have needed to falsify such charges, as they claimed! Why should I have to protect a kingdom when it is plainly in sight that it is God’s will alone! Sure, I told them taxes would not be raised before I was advised that they must be, but surely they must know the difference to leverage such a bold claim against the very hand that feeds them and gives them their pathetic lives to cherish! I told them wars would be waged in interests other than mine own, but that is not indication of untruth against the lesser residents of my kingdom! My words only serve to alleviate the pressures of the truth that should not be placed upon such weak shoulders, unstrong like mine own to carry such a burden! Such things should be kept from simple minds, who simply cannot fathom the meanings of all things divine that are mine alone to understand! So know that what I have told cannot be rescinded, because the interest of the people was always in consideration for the best!

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In the final days of my rule of law, as it invisibly approached, I found myself more and more cautious as I should have been. But ‘twas not caution enough from those wretched fools who would challenge the hand of God and steal the scepter assigned by Him! Though I chose to hide away my days, bringing food from only my loyalist subjects to feast me cross-legged under my bed, those miserables still managed to execute their unholy schemes upon me! Though I allowed none to enter but my subjects most similar in mind to the kingdom, though one light never faded from the day, they still somehow managed to defy God and annex His kingdom with my usurpation! I should have hid deeper, that could have saved my people from such a fate! Down below the dungeons of my castle, deep in the moldy trenches of war against my kingdom, I should have hidden from all of those who wished ill upon my subjects, who would suffer once my flawlessness was no longer theirs to behold!