Wolf Ear
We have the wolf by the ear and we mean to keep it.
It is not our error, it’s theirs–we see clearly in our broken mirror.
They who so callously rejoice to higher concepts than they think we possess
We who hold all the answers with our rod and staff, we ignite the stars and drown them!
We are like two weights in the sea circling each other
The more we battle, the further we spiral down,
to depths even scholars cannot fathom.
The seagulls cry out above us
the waves bring up our blood
but we will never turn back, we will never surrender.
We will keep this wolf, this slavery
You will bow down and remain in line.
If hatred we be–hatred we are
Power, control, money, prestige–
you know nothing if we control your being.
You will honor and worship us.
We will strike out at the lone voice who calls out in the night.
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A quick, free write from the perspective of evil. Religious symbolism, hypocrisy, and allusions to history tied together with modern day events and evils.
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-A.R. Clayton
Tag: Christianity
Life Lessons/Semi-Sage Wisdom: “Stay in Your Lane”
I celebrated my birthday recently and had some time to reflect as I turned 300. I rung in the day on Saturn, skating on the rings, listening to oldies while I broke 70k in my novel (almost to the finish line!). Three hundred is old, you say? Not for a Time Lord (or Time Lady, as it were).
“Stay in your lane” is a phrase I use to encourage my husband, the saint, or to describe a decision I made. “Keep moving forward” (as Walt famously said) is another way of saying this. For Christians, we could say “Keep your eyes on the cross.” In other words, don’t let the world (and its many lies and enticements) distract you.
Society is full of charlatans, and many of these charlatans sell their wares willingly and often, even if it’s only words. They want to divert you on your journey, weigh down your proverbial trunk with their junk and fill your gas tank with sugar. They’ll take your energy, waste your time, make excessive demands to appease their needs, and then leave you high and dry. These people have many names assigned to them: narcissists, emotionally immature, toxic, emotional vampires…What to do?
I’ve worked with people like this. They never took responsibility for a single thing they did, including the many mistakes they made, or the tasks they repeatedly ducked and watched as others scrambled to pick up their slack. They live in little bubbles of make believe, and they’ll rake their claws across you if you dare point out (or better yet: poke) their bubble of fantasy. The people I worked with deflected any accusations faster than Wonder Woman’s wrist guards ricocheted bullets. As I recognized their toxicity, I built boundaries higher and quicker than the Great Wall, and I enforced these with titanium, Kryptonite and lookout towers. My archers would signal to me when a plea for attention and pity would come my way, and I’d let it fly in the wind past me and dissolve into ash.
Stay in your lane; let people crash and burn (proverbially) in their journeys. Don’t be the wrecking crew for another person’s repeated and earnest mistakes; they need to learn themselves what to do better next time. And if they need professional help–or a legal wakeup call of sorts–it’s out there.
Until then, stay in your lane. You’ll meet many people in your life, as I have in my 300 years. Some of them will help you grow and learn, and some of them you might even help in a healthy, reciprocating friendship with beautiful boundaries and mutual respect. But some people you’ll meet won’t help you; they’ll want to tear you down instead, even if it’s subconsciously willed. It’s tricky learning to discern between the two, but you will. With time and practice.
Until then, happy writing and journeys. Stay resilient, and remember to take a pit stop every now and then for ice cream. Self care and all that, you know.
Millennial Girl & Pricks of Mortality
“Since someone in your family had breast cancer before the age of 50, and you’re turning (jackhammer and car horns) soon, I’m going to have you start doing two mammograms a year–for the rest of your life! Does that sound good to you, you little dreamer?”*
Oh, the prick of mortality on this little millennial’s soul. I stumbled out to the waiting room to be checked out, got the phone number to schedule said mammograms, and walked out to my waiting car. The grim reaper chuckled evilly and opened the door for me to pass, doing a pretentious half bow in his gray tattered robe. I slugged him in the jaw with a solid right hook and broke his scythe over my knee. As far as I know, he’s still being patched up at an ER somewhere. The next time I see him, I’ll be carrying my Louisville slugger…
*Crack!*
“And he’s…out…of…here!”
*The crowd goes wild*
All drama and negativity aside, I’m all for medical preventive care–and will be gladly (and gratefully) following my doctor’s advice. It was the rude awakening of “Hey–you may get cancer one day, so lets try to nip that in the bud, shall we?” moment of dialogue that jarred me. What was I supposed to say to my doctor?
“Nah, you see–I like to play on the wild side. I was thinking of going to Vegas, putting everything on the poker table, and just going with the flow–letting it all hang, flip the peace sign and take up saying “groovy” every other sentence. Groovy?”
Bottom line: don’t miss your preventative care–whatever that means for your gender/body. To quote from Nike: JUST DO IT. You’ll be very glad you did.
And if you see a Millennial shaking at the mammogram waiting office, holding a stuffed grim reaper doll…carry on. She’ll be just fine.
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*There’s other factors than this that my doctor considered in her decision, but it’s private information, so please don’t leave any unsolicited medical advice in the comments. Honestly, don’t patronize women. A baseball bat can hit more than one target, after all.