As the new year approaches…I must resolve to create more poetry. This time, I will make a two-chapter poem/monologue on 2003. Sonic will start first, then in the next chapter, Amy. Assume it's New Year's Day, and Sonic and Amy are kimono-clad, praying at a temple near the Imperial Palace. There is incense all over the place, and no one has come…yet. The couple is praying to Amaterasu…
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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 13:
New Year's Day, part one.
All is quiet.
I, the lonely stranger,
Offer my gratitude
To you, Japan's lonely
Divine Mother.
I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
Look at me, Amaterasu,
No, rather, look at the world
I live in. This planet
Is full of femininity.
Once masculine,
Once macho,
Now bosomy
And voluptuous.
Catastrophic conclusion comes crazily
As if I swam in Amazon waters
And got eaten by piranhas.
I moan my bad luck the past year.
I deserve it,
Burning in hot coals
Of passion, lust, avarice, greed, guilt,
Sinfulness
That you could never imagine,
Oh lonely one.
Yet I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
My pink, pretty, pure-hearted
girlfriend whispers to me,
Loving you is easy because you're beautiful,
But I don't believe that.
I am fed by speed,
Impatience,
Everything coming to me at once,
Running down that eternal superhighway
To nowhere in particular.
I don't have time for love,
Or penetration,
Or whips and chains,
Or being punished
Like a perverted lecher.
I don't have time,
And I don't have any regrets.
Yet I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
I have watched my evil twin brother
Disappear in a flash,
And I have watched people
Become destroyed by biolizards,
And I have watched every
Little thing around me
Turn to ashes, then dust, then nothing.
I have watched rich people go poor,
Commit suicide,
Their family following suit,
I have watched many royal princesses
Have their blood spill to the floor,
Watched buildings collapse
By some people called "terrorists,"
And seen many important pieces
In the life of America
Become taken, stolen, robbed.
Yet I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
I have watched people lace themselves
With explosives
And set hell fire to the street.
I have watched catfights, dogfights, and fagfights.
I have screamed out my girlfriend's name
When she deserts me.
I have begged to the Lord
for forgiveness of others
Who have trespassed against us.
I have tried to detour myself
from every temptation
That would bring me down,
And I have meditated and levitated
My way to insanity.
Yet I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
I watched bombs go off,
Suffered nuclear winters,
Died and gone to heaven
And came back down to earth.
I have flown freed as a bird
And watched the world, time, everything
Slip away
Like love dust on my fingernails
Mixed with anthrax.
Yet, above all this,
I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
I hope that this coming year
Will bring a new wave of challenges,
As I watch Father Time get older,
Wiser and stronger
Like Gandalf, Frodo's teacher,
I see a new light coming in people's eyes.
It's that light that you must face again and again
In order to get stronger again and again.
I hope my fiancée believes my prayers,
Cause more than Tails, she is my trump card,
She is my soul mate.
Lonely one, please watch over us
With Jesus and all the saints, prophets and angels.
I trust that your guidance will fulfill this incantation.
Because now, more than ever,
I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
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End Chapter 13
Next up, Amy's take!
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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 13:
New Year's Day, part one.
All is quiet.
I, the lonely stranger,
Offer my gratitude
To you, Japan's lonely
Divine Mother.
I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
Look at me, Amaterasu,
No, rather, look at the world
I live in. This planet
Is full of femininity.
Once masculine,
Once macho,
Now bosomy
And voluptuous.
Catastrophic conclusion comes crazily
As if I swam in Amazon waters
And got eaten by piranhas.
I moan my bad luck the past year.
I deserve it,
Burning in hot coals
Of passion, lust, avarice, greed, guilt,
Sinfulness
That you could never imagine,
Oh lonely one.
Yet I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
My pink, pretty, pure-hearted
girlfriend whispers to me,
Loving you is easy because you're beautiful,
But I don't believe that.
I am fed by speed,
Impatience,
Everything coming to me at once,
Running down that eternal superhighway
To nowhere in particular.
I don't have time for love,
Or penetration,
Or whips and chains,
Or being punished
Like a perverted lecher.
I don't have time,
And I don't have any regrets.
Yet I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
I have watched my evil twin brother
Disappear in a flash,
And I have watched people
Become destroyed by biolizards,
And I have watched every
Little thing around me
Turn to ashes, then dust, then nothing.
I have watched rich people go poor,
Commit suicide,
Their family following suit,
I have watched many royal princesses
Have their blood spill to the floor,
Watched buildings collapse
By some people called "terrorists,"
And seen many important pieces
In the life of America
Become taken, stolen, robbed.
Yet I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
I have watched people lace themselves
With explosives
And set hell fire to the street.
I have watched catfights, dogfights, and fagfights.
I have screamed out my girlfriend's name
When she deserts me.
I have begged to the Lord
for forgiveness of others
Who have trespassed against us.
I have tried to detour myself
from every temptation
That would bring me down,
And I have meditated and levitated
My way to insanity.
Yet I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
I watched bombs go off,
Suffered nuclear winters,
Died and gone to heaven
And came back down to earth.
I have flown freed as a bird
And watched the world, time, everything
Slip away
Like love dust on my fingernails
Mixed with anthrax.
Yet, above all this,
I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
I hope that this coming year
Will bring a new wave of challenges,
As I watch Father Time get older,
Wiser and stronger
Like Gandalf, Frodo's teacher,
I see a new light coming in people's eyes.
It's that light that you must face again and again
In order to get stronger again and again.
I hope my fiancée believes my prayers,
Cause more than Tails, she is my trump card,
She is my soul mate.
Lonely one, please watch over us
With Jesus and all the saints, prophets and angels.
I trust that your guidance will fulfill this incantation.
Because now, more than ever,
I have broken the mold,
And gone out of the frying pan
Into the melting pot.
******************
End Chapter 13
Next up, Amy's take!