I will slay the Jabberwocky today!
And if I have to, I will give her away,
Six impossible things before breakfast
Oh it is my favorite meal!
How do you become a queen of broken things!
How do you keep the whole world from falling apart!
Hush little baby don’t say a word
Mamas gonna buy you a mocking bird
And if that mocking bird don’t sing
Mamas gonna buy you a golden ring
And if that golden ring turns brass
Mamas gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass should break
Mamas gonna make you a golden rake
And if that golden rake looks fake
Well mamas gonna tell just what it takes.
To be a queen of broken things.
Oh but my favorites come in threes
But Alice only has the two
But she slays the Jabberwocky
In the end
When I was a farmer
I would wield a golden rake
I would fill the world with joy
In the good food I would make
I was a good worker
a dancer through the field
A singer in my heart
wrote stories for my children
And the world praised my art
Once I was a farmer
But when I broke my back
My world was split in two
Now I sit and mourn
“Oh what am I to do?”
But the world we have
Is the world we create,
And nothing can be done
with a broken golden rake.
So I will take something old and I will make something new.
Then my world will no longer be askew
If I was a golden rake what a monster I would be
I could cut off two prongs
make a pitchfork
take the other end and
As a golden rake a monster I am
But there are good things I could do
I must look at the world as if I hold glue
And start asking, “what am I to do?”
I have two hands and one mouth
no longer can I dance with ease
so I look back to the start
In youth I was a lark.
I could sing on my own but I preferred a choir
No NO you dont want me.
You want to be a lark singing through the trees
Yes yes It is true but there is so much more to do
rare is a bird that can be one thing
there are many songs that we all must sing
Of hard work and sacrifice I am up to the task
But in academia I had always placed last.
NO, Im not stupid
If I must ask
But my hands are the smart ones
They are a master of disguise
I have two switches one in my heart, one in my mind,
switch one on to make my intellect show
And to my hands it goes
They are cleaver enough to complete most tasks.
If turned on one at a time
there is a chance I may shine
but the truth of the matter I need both to go
if run on half power all say Im slow
The fighter wields a double edged sword dipped in ink
he sheaths it in his hat as he thinks
to some he’s a loon but I call him a Lovecraft
he slays demons with words whenever he is asked.
(writers are love crafts writing is their craft)
If I where a witch my wand would be burnt at the tip
I would cast spells in red, yellow, blues
and draw a sunset over you
to some I seem scary
but not for long
because I would be one that could do no harm.
But I have two hands
a left and a right
with one I work and the other I fight
I could carry a staff and a sword
and be a healer for the heart
I am the one everyone loves and hates
because If you have a secret
I will open the flood gate.
But I know not what to do because I have one mouth too.
As a singer Im a siren and I throw a net on you
I call you from the sea
To find the lighthouse behind me
But not to rocks or your doom
But so you don’t leave this world too soon
Music is my drum and I call you to the shore
But the sea is vast and your ship has but one mast
If you pass by me you could be lost out at sea.
No my kind can rarely stand alone.
Turn me to sound I sing in a choir.
Oh but to some we are but birds on a wire.
Oh but who can I call on? Who is up to the task?
To call a sailor to turn his mast?
If I was a musician I could wield three.
Oh what a horrible monster I would be.
In the land of magic I would be a bard
But I am of the earth and bang on drums.
For the winds of war to come.
But I wont strike them in anger and to feed my hunger
but to call you back to me
so we may dance on the shore once more.
Oh but Im the one that knew all along,
While you all thought and turned it to song.
You don’t like my jokes so you cast me out,
yes some walk slow and some walk quick,
but we are the ones that sorrow and anger stick.
I could have prevented everything,
But you cant stand the way I sing.
I don’t need a drum
I don’t need a string
I don’t need a single thing
In my hand I may hold a sword
But I am a sniper that stands in the front
I can not hide
And comedy is my guise
We are chimeras codebreakers, codemakers, fighters, healers one and all
wielding magic of the heart
Most will see monsters at the start. (sea monsters)
No matter what you do.
We are here.
If we choose war.
I choose peace but if Im borne in war
I am a fighter through and through
You have no idea what I would do
Fighters need a healer but in peace the healer doesn’t need the fighter.
Healers are lazy in peace
which is why they need the soldiers to create a pace
A healers work is never done
because most have hearts that would run
Soldier boy hold my hand and help me along
we all have a gift
we can bear arms to harm
or plant seeds to heal
we all create worlds
we all cast spells
we all create with love
If we choose peace
Defusing explosives is our art.
We are demolition diffusers
fighters and healers always come in pairs
and there is never only one.
Dont give up on me,
I wont give up on you,
And in the end.
We will make the world a better place.
The choice is yours.