So simple yet so brilliant

So simple yet so brilliant

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The story of Dark Fey is set in a fantasy realm of Jyndari, a world of beauty, magic, Light and Darkness. It is peopled by Feyfolk, winged beings the size of any human who are born with gifts of telepathy, empathy and sometimes magic. It relates how the Power of Hope, Acceptance and Forgiveness can change the world, if you take Positive Action to create Change through doing what is Right.
The only way to achieve Peace is to become Peace.
Although their two realms exist in close proximity, most Fey of the Light have never seen an actual Dark Fey and many Dark Fey only encounter very young Fey of the Light; yet crossings and abductions happen every day.
As their temples are desecrated, homes are pillaged and plundered, and the peaceful tranquility so important to the Fey of the Light is repeatedly shattered, the Fey Guard stand…
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Cuando veo pasar a la tórtola en vuelo, lo pienso y me digo: quién tuviera alas para sentir la sensación del aire en mi cuerpo revestido de plumas y volar los espacios desdoblando en las alas el sentido del tiempo. Reconozco que prefiero el aire al agua, percibir esa libertad transitoria de la gravitación remontando las nubes. Sentir esa fuerza sobrenatural de mantenerse flotando en el aire, guardar el equilibrio sin caerse y avanzar y controlar la exhalación del movimiento. Trascender es conocer lo que está oculto y la tórtola conoce su objetivo y sabe que más allá hay un árbol o un castillo en ruinas, o un monte donde podrá descansar de su vuelo. Imagino el trayecto y me veo mirando hacia abajo para ver cómo crecen los trigos, cómo se dinamiza el paisaje con sus transformaciones y cambios de colores y no, no tiene que ser lo mismo…
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In Memory Of A Close Friend
I was frightened by people.
I was fearful when a child.
I was afraid of relationships.
When I was young I was defiled.
I was afraid of reality.
I was lost inside with fear.
I was afraid of being lonely.
I was afraid when anyone was near.
I walked with memories too grotesque for you to imagine.
I was a shadow in the light.
I had feelings, but I could never explain them.
I spent my life hidden in the night.
I lived with sorrow as my companion.
I lived a life I never chose.
I was without structure within a structure.
I have prayed for my life to close.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
Is fiction the reality we would wish to drown in?

Laila Lalami, novelist, Professor of Creative Writing at the University of California, writing in The Nation

Branches
The black misshapen branches
Bent forward to touch my head,
Then with their sharpened fingers
They carried me off towards the dead.
“You must pay me for your nightmares
Before I can take away your pain.
The payment is all that stands between you
And eternal shame.
The bodies are still bleeding
Their stories as yet cannot be told,
But I promised only to keep them
Until you were too old.
I have come to collect my payment.
I have been waiting since that first day
I’ll accept nothing but your soul
Or I’ll let the nightmares carry you away.”
The eerie branches closed around me
To form a prison cell.
Then I heard my nightmares calling
Amidst the echoing screams of hell.
© 2019, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
If in the arms of love do poems lie,
Then the hearts of lovers will never die.
© 2018, Danny Kemp All rights reserved