No-Man’s Land!

I never know what the words will be when I start writing, or the feeling that comes flooding over me. A word or phrase just makes up for what is written next in upcoming heartbeats and breaths. My latest poem if one can call it that.

No-Man’s Land!

It was a no-man’s land
that belonged to only a single person.
Occupied by hearts and souls
of nations, all fighting
for a single piece.
A slice cut
nailed in place
and often breaking
the visits grew emotions
out of proportions
or frozen cold
directed with icy winds
to silence the mob
in this small valley.
Sharing, giving
hard to be taking
the love, talk and grumps
of the everyone on top
of my own iceberg
made up from roubles
to sink down at my feet and wish…

Wish… Dare I say
was it a choice to be made
to want and surrender to needs
based on hopes and beliefs.

Wish..

To find my no-man’s land quiet again
or together with a like minded.
Shared with many or just alone
none will ever just be great or better
but it can’t be worse than forsaken
forgotten and demolished.

No-man’s land belongs to everyone
but not all love it equally.
Tent to it with care or dwell
in its dreams of possibles.
Will one lift me up on her wings
drag me down through its mud
uncertainty within the noises
scares the hermit
who wants to be found
standing in the middle
of his no-man’s land.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Let me know your interpretation as many have been swirling like a hurricane through my mind. And while writing it felt I had to touch as much of them as I could.

Stand my Ground!

Just writing what comes to heart and sets my soul in turmoil. Letting the fingers type in frantic succession to come to this piece of writing or poetry if one is willing to call it that.

Believe in yourself, and maybe you can change the world if even for a little.

Stand my Ground!

Fighting away 
deception 
chained to destiny 
and a blinded future. 
Locked and bound 
until my dying breath 
holding on to beliefs 
of an ancient race. 
An angel of salvation 
Dare I to be 
a sacrifice 
forsaken 
to preserve humanity. 
A naked warrior 
with a shield of faith 
and a pen of truth. 
In an attempt 
to put colour 
in this barren world. 
The lies a wall 
before me, leaning 
against the city of kindness 
hidden at its core. 
Flesh and blood 
clash with a hidden 
motivations. 
I stand my ground 
believing 
I am doing the right 
thing.! 

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Kingdom of Crestoria! 34

City in the Desert by Mark Tarrisse

Kingdom of Crestoria! 34

“Hiii.” The reaction was childish as the little hare jumped back from the rail and grabbed onto one of the highest rung she could reach. Without a sliver of fear she went up one step after another, even stopping after 5 steps to look behind her and see the large island being left behind.

It was when her eyes looked down she saw Hiiro still standing still and not even made an attempt to reach for the ladder. His cheeks were painted red beneath the hand that was covering his eyes. “You not coming?”

He girl shouted with all her might to make sure her question would reach him. The cold wind swept through her words. They were the first she spoke towards Hiiro in confidence as if to acknowledge his good spirit.

“I cannot Missy. Me in the rags up there. You go find a puffyduck.” An eye peeked through two fingers to watch her continue her climb further up. The dress caught a gush of wind and was blown up her black slender legs. His fingers squeezed tight as he saw the hem slide up her thigh. ‘Hiiro go home to wife.Promised, No tempting little girl.’ His mind told himself he is a good man to keep his promise.

The real fact was that Hiiro is truly a gentle soul and always willing to help others. Hough his wife may be another story. Her figure is even bigger than his, her arms covered by golden blonde hair hide her true power. Muscles to carry a tree in a single hand. Always misunderstanding her husband’s intentions and drag him home if he had helped a young lady again.

To her there was no excuse, he married her and she would make sure he would stay with her. Even this moment would be enough to have her explode in jealousy. Unwilling to reason or listen he would lose to her strength. He gave in because he simply loved her with all his being, but that is not what she saw. He was flirting with younger, slender girls. One time she grabbed a tree and snapped it when she saw him get a flower from a girl which pet he had helped from a tree.

Ever since then there had been a rumour in the tribe that wherever Hiiro roamed a monster would appear. A vengeful shriek would scare everything away and sweep him from his place to be dragged back home.

He sighed and gave one last look up just to see the little girl climb over the railing of the upper deck. With a relieved heart his eyes gaze back at the castle. ‘Me is sorry coming home again Greta.’

With a startled face he turns around and looked up again. “Me never got name of Missy!” With his final words her resumes back through the opening down the stairs to continue his job.

All the while the little hare was patting her dress to adjust to its right form and clean a little dirt of. Peoples gazes looked in surprise as to wonder where this little girl came from.

To be Continued…

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Kingdom of Crestoria! 33

I can’t help but love how this is developing and how characters gain their own soul, if you will. Never sure how a character will react until I am writing it down. All I know is where I want to go, just not know how I will get there.

From the game Final Fantasy XV

Kingdom of Crestoria! 33

In front of the worker stood a frail looking girl with her back towards him. Her body froze on the discovery and his words. “Oya Missy, You okay?” He reached out and grabbed on to her shoulder with is lightest touch. It was that his hand was large and heavy with black dirty nails broken and cracked, long fur covered its fingers and  back, making the person cringe with fear. “Me won’t hurt you. You’d be lost, one can help you!”

He felt her move and took away his hand while she turned around with a slight tremble. Her chin forced down to her chest between two shoulders that been pulled up in shame. It wasn’t until she rolled her eyes up and forced to raise her head a little that the sailor could take a good look at her.

There stood a girl  with short black hair and to hare’s ears grabbed together between her praying fist. On each end was a white ribbon tied in a bow. Eyes so blue you could see the sky and oceans melt together around a black sun. They draw you away from anything else like the small twitching pink nose in between them. The tiny hands were covered with white cloves.

“You cannot speak? That be hard. Me be Hiiro.” His frown showed he was in deep a thought right before he pressed his thumb against his chest and laughed a little. A chest pumped up from large breathe he looked down on the small girl.

Her eyes followed his every move and ended up looking up to his smiling face. It may have been a small glint but it was enough for her to finally speak up. “I… I’m Sorry.!”

Within a blink she bended over and sprung back even faster into an upright position. It let her ears flow free through the sky like two rags before they dropped quietly across her shoulders revealing a little more of her chest and dress she was wearing.

“Come, where can Hiiro take you?” With a simple gesture he guided the little girl up the stairs and out a small door leading into narrow hallway. The little girl followed silently. Her steps could not be heard and had Hiiro look around on many occasion to make sure she was still there. A second set of stairs came into view and they both climbed up. A small opening had them step onto one of the lower ends of the ship. A small plateau beneath the main quarter deck connected by a steep ladder.

She stood near the rail and leant over with big surprised eyes and a sense of excitement. “So Pretty… we are really flying…” Laughs of an innocent child are hushed into the wind. Her hands desperately hold on to her large ears that want to flap free in this cold breeze.

“You better be careful now climbing up, Missy. We can’t have you fall down now.”

To be Continued…

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Kingdom of Crestoria! 32

Kingdom of Crestoria! 32

Princess Adelina kept silent an started to eat the abundance of food in front of us. Duncan just watched her and understood what she tried to tell him. Never been taught how to socialize with people, only able or shown how to order around servants. Not to mention her warrior instinct that constantly has to rival with large brutes of men. It was that thought of that little girl to beat up those with a big mouth. Eyes that would look down on the defeated and have her soar even higher without sense of humble.

To hide he joins the princess and stuffs his cheeks with meat and rotates his head to watch a land drops straight down. The black rocks shines and glistens from water left by the roaring waves that crashed into it. To him it was an unusual sight to see. Taller than a flat the sides are made of spiked columns and cracks created sharp edges that cut into the oncoming waves.

“I’m Sorry, I guess..” Adelina sighed holding on to a cup filled with water. A dreamy gaze watched the ripples created by  one of her fingers tapping.

-“I guess so to…” A bit uneasy Duncan answers with a tiny voice before returning to look outside and the island getting smaller. “How long is the trip again?” The question was like thunder bursting into the awkward silence.

“We be there by morning, I think” Princess Adelina turns her eyes away from Duncan while she answers. Time passes on slowly as we drink the last drop of water from the decanter.

In the mean while on another part of the ship a suspicious person is making the craziest manoeuvres like rolls and turns to avoid gazes of the personnel that are at work in the lower regions of the ship. At the same time he was looking for something, checking tags that had been placed on all luggage and crates. Near the stairs the dark figure tapped his flat hand against a side and hid behind the large box.

The woods cracks and splinters by a force. Some loaders look up and rotate their ears but go back to their work when the usual sounds of the cargo hold. A stumble and a shuffle of crates, trunks and screams over power the cracking from down the stairs.

Not before long another person came walking from the other side and walking up the stairs. The attire had changed dramatically from a baggy pants and simple shirt and hiding the face with a large scarf. This person was to over dressed to be considered a worker on the ship. Even a near by muscular sailor was alarmed by the view. “Ooy. Oy, Whattah you been doin’ all thee way down ‘ere, Missy! You’d be lost now, wouldn’t yah?”

To be Continued…

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