Great wave of the sea

molecules in unison

Gentle guiding winds

carrying the strongest will

Unstoppable in your path

The rain announced itself on my forehead,
I fearfully looked up, “no, not now’, I begged,
But the trumpets of war had already sounded,
Welcoming the army of the sky into our land,

We were under siege and we stood no chance,
All of us unfortunate souls scattered in prance,
We took shelter, but couldn’t help feeling tense.
We could not explain it. What was the sense?

Then thundered the canons, as anvils crashing,
We dared not glance, in fear of missiles straying,
We stood and we waited for a premature ending
To this gruesome affair, our meaningless suffering.

Veni, Vidi, Vici. They had come solely to conquer,
Totally outgunned, our only option was surrender.
At the wave of our white flag, they ceased fire.
At least, tomorrow’s grass would be greener.

Gilsos 2019

Necessary Evils was originally published in Literally Literary on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

His barking is nonsensical
He wears blood on his shirt
His deeds are detrimental,
He does not know how to flirt.
He always digs under the fence,
For a ball mischievously hidden,
And dramatically laments,
“Where is my psilocybin?”

Sticking my fangs into her,
I knew it wasn’t this easy to win,
She tried to stifle laughter.
I simply couldn’t break the skin.
I had to become stronger.
I ran, escaping her vicious grin.

The loss wasn’t a disaster.
I would be back; I knew not when,
But I was entirely sure,
That the time would come again.
Oh, a rival of this measure,
How long has it been!

Gilsos 2019

My Everest was originally published in Literally Literary on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Great growing white cloud
Accumulating moisture
It is time to rain

A tankard slammed down on the bar counter.
Foam sat on a flush face, thickly mustachioed,
Recounting, between gasping breaths of lager,
A story of the most mundane charm ever told,
of a boy and a girl, all had heard a million-fold.

Another swig, a little spillage, and a satisfied sigh,
followed by the pregnant plonk of an empty vessel,
That launched the eager innkeeper’s hands up high,
Reaching for a new mug to fill with fuel for a sequel.
Some called ale their poison, his was a good fable.

Gilsos 2019

Uninhibited Flow was originally published in Literally Literary on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

The resounding clang charged out riding a wave of sparks,
Released by the ardor of the most fateful encounter
Between steel, an immovable anvil and a hammer,
Aggressively coming down, curving closer in furious arcs.

Clang after clang, flash after flash, and blow after blow,
He struck, intending to impress onto the glowing metal,
His hopes and wishes, adopting the shape most lethal,
Of honing this final masterpiece and retiring tomorrow.

Gilsos 2019

The Weapon of Harmony was originally published in Literally Literary on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

This is in response to “Where do Good and Evil Come From”, by Ally Mosby. (Linked at the bottom.)

Though it may seem like I’m trying to create friction, this isn’t what it’s about. It’s about discussing morals and ideologies. Take it as kudos to your writing skills, Ally, as any writing able to prompt discussion is an important contribution to society.
So, here goes:

Morality is the refraction of empathy. It’s about understanding that some things cause pain and about wanting to spare members of your community, regardless of the scale or species, from suffering. Though it may be hard to admit, at some level, it’s because we fear that should we inflict such pain on others, it may be reciprocated onto us or someone we hold dear. It’s not about good or evil.

Ethics have been present throughout human history, however, as you said, the needle on that compass hasn’t always pointed in the same direction.
This includes the compass held by the loudest preachers of morality.
Some of the greatest atrocities and immoralities have been committed by the Church or in the name of it.

Morality served for ideology can be perverted, but morality out of compassion, and/or fear of reciprocation, is pure and constant.

Some (corrupt) ideologies have been defied for two reasons:

1) Having the realization that a trait should not be vilified if its possessor had no control over acquiring it.
e.g. Having no control over being born into a pagan society or without blond hair and blue eyes.

2) Being able to put yourself in the shoes of others and realizing that you would not like to be treated in a certain manner (based on some circumstance).
e.g. “I wouldn’t want to be enslaved and treated as an inferior species because my skin is a certain color.”

Any of the heroes that have saved lives in defiance of the epoch’s ideology throughout history have come to either one or both of these conclusions (and possibly others).

I’ll end this on a somewhat controversial, but personal, belief:

None of what I said contradicts you or your inference of the existence of God. I am an atheist, but if I were to believe in some notion of God, I don’t believe God could be associated with any church or religion.

Where Do Good and Evil Come From?

Her hair is blond and her eyes so blue,
She reminds me of a tropical paradise,
But on occasion, I confuse her for you,
Then I’m devoured by all of the lies.

“Mommy’s on a business trip. She’ll be back.”
“Something came up. Just a week, no later!”
I do what I can to make up for what I lack,
But even so, our angel needs her mother.

She stood motionless, bawling at the stake.
In the crackle and agonizing sizzle,
As she weakened and became so brittle,
You could hear the will of the people break.