Manificent

Magnificient

Magnificent feet, magnificent features
blond hair, pacific blue, sparkling eyes, White features--
deranged, dorock, abstinent: these words describe me.
A malevolent boy trapped in a woman's body--seamless, elusive...
I can't help but describe myself as this paleolithic boy, yet a "man"
of the Human race as one of my fairytales.
It's as if I'm tripped, looking, aiming, stirring, with brass knuckles and
genitalia in one hand and a stern grip of Rinoa's, Esemerelda's, and Satan's invisible
(C)church overhead.
My husband wins. He is simple. But my soul aches for something more, something profound--
like an exotic adventure of Walt Disney's Belle from The Hunchback of Notre Dame all the way to Beauty and the Beast.
I've cried shedless tears. I'm an "orphan", yet I'm not. A Nepililm (P)prince(ess) or Valencard and Dream. My Pegasus tells me lies.
For that which is to console me is to remain elusive...and vacant. My eyes erase all but the black and I am empowered; Empowered by the Soul Divide.
My (H)horizon is set; another name I used and made up. That name alone has become a frequent flyer in the Age of Man of the New Lithic Era. Hah! I say to myself, with one hand positioned as like Poseidon's staff and woodwind adventures. Vertura's hope and Daphne's serenity.
My legs smell like the back ass of a stegosaur's; sweet and pale. My eyes are green with envy and my lack of tolerance. "I just don't know what to do..." I say to myself. That is where the Angel Wings come from. Some say their Rinoa Hearilly's from off of Final Fantasy VIII, but the truth is they're from my great-grandmother, Clotis, the anti-God. "I fear for her..." I would weep. These wings can be anything or anybody. By the powers of the Heavenly Father, whom I idolized as my very own biology, my seamlessness seems almost eradicated.
I see Santa Clause. Then I know I a "dreaming", the Eternal Dream; a dream worth keeping shall never fade away. Yes, that's the Spirit. "...AND only the holy and righteous shall inherit the Earth." Am I......one of them? My image of Satan comes from over 25 years of virgin line suppressed and "Cerebro'd" to a higher power deity in order to fit my upcoming, Apocalyptic crown as Princess Garnet of Alexandria of Final Fanasy IX or the Hero and the Crown by Robin Mckinley where I am the dragon and the hero battling against the "Unseen"; the "Unseen" world of Hades Pluto, where I am the doormat and the three-headed Cerberus is the trainer and the master. I have no regrets though. For that instance, I have seen worse.
I am beginning to wonder if my Personifone or my Persephone is truly ignorant or simply staying in the Game. After all, not even the Rock could stay the Game. I have decided to name myself--right among the various voices I hear inside my head from Spirit World, or the Setithis Phoroah says "Spirit Guide" in order to make me look up at him. I don't look UP and him per se, only DOWN. And THAT'S because I've got a lot of things on my mind; from the spirit world, all the way to its dissension and depravity, any homosexual or sexuality had been forbidden by my own morality, and the state of mind continues to baffle me with us seemingly Evils.
The haves of my house is called the "A"'s with a capital "A", something simple I could very well agree on and not avoid my destiny. I see the battleground up ahead. Could it be Gundam Deathscythe would have me fight the Cyclopes there in the actual battle of the Souls of the Blue Star and the Blue Star Manga? Am I really all that revealing a gender? And speaking of which, why am I still in between tragedy guides of my sex and sexuality? With Rei Ayanami as my guide, things get a little easier, however, I HAVE no place for Man, only "Woman" and that's fleeting. My soul was christened a hermaphrodite and virgin man, not an ordinary Black woman. I am a virgin, pure, and honest, too. I've studied my soul, I have no weakness, 'cept maybe the embedding crown of being crowned Lucifer and Cyclopes of the Gorganite Angel clan commissioner.
I wore a long, white braid and a handsome face somewhere between the genders. In that facade and safety of my own mind's eye, I began to theorize the next Twilight. I would subside that Count Dracula of the 1993's version movie would have the power to smell and see, but not all the necessary elements to sight and hearing. That theory came to me when I depicted myself with my own ears, the ability to "see" and to "smell", to "taste" to "touch" and command to "Imagine" by simply calling out the commands and suggesting a new perimeter.
It was then I became aware of Pluto's springtime and began to pray to the imaginary forces that governed underneath him and his Plutonian world called the Netherworld or the Underworld that created it for the innocence of Springtime. Pluto grew hesitant. He was the "Unseen" one by character NOT by choice. He stood on his throne next to Cerberus, and deliberately "allowed" himself to subjugate and protect the imperiled interest of the androids and the supernatural undead. He looked me up and down. I was his personified; a mere Black woman with a frosty complexion. And to bite it off, my "hidden language" only he, Cerberus, and the undead spirits of the animal world knew of and would decipher.
I laugh in my sleep. Pride and prejudice got nothing on me! I thought.