Song of Two Songbirds
In the
beginning of life,
Before the
Beings of the Beyond Above
Began their
divine duties over the Below-Earth,
The early
humans were born not with emotions
But with total
logic and reason of the world.
The logic and
reason gave them enough skills to survive—
To build
shelter, to build clothing, to build tools, to build food, to build weapons.
They had all
the things essential for surviving, for living,
But they were
missing something crucial for so many centuries and eras.
Each
generation’s hearts containing logic and reason as the previous,
Each generation
surviving the world but never able to get what they needed,
Then one day,
in two opposite places, a strange pair of humans were born
With something
other than logic and reason in their hearts.
In a land full
of rainclouds, mists, waters, greens, and peace,
An odd girl
with a breathtaking voice
Would often
escape her village’s existence of logic and reason
By singing
beautiful songs—
Melodies of
love, happiness, kindness, humor, mercy, wonder, hope, innocence, beauty.
As she didn’t
contribute anything productive to the village,
As her actions
didn’t follow the logic of humanity,
Her village exiled
the young girl to the wilderness.
In a land full
of sun, metals, winds, mountains, and war,
A young boy
with a powerful voice
Would often
escape his village’s existence of logic and reason
By singing
heart breaking songs—
Harmonies of
sorrow, hatred, anger, vice, regret, agony, horror, despair, ugliness.
As he didn’t
contribute anything productive to his village,
As his action
didn’t follow the logic of humanity,
His village
exiled him to the wilderness.
For decades and
ages,
Together in
strangeness and hearts
Yet never
seeing each other,
Barely
surviving with their lesser logic and reason,
With nobody and
nothing understanding their beauties,
The girl and
boy spent their lives wandering the Below-Earth,
Singing their
songs to everyone and everything about everyone and everything
Even as the
only reaction they get is simple indifference,
Even as the
only applause was thrown stones, flying fists, splattered mud.
While they knew
that their singing and strangeness
Is what kept
them ostracized and alone,
While they knew
that their songs and otherness
Is not going to
give them mercy
The two singers
continued to sing everyday,
Spending every
day, every month, every year of their lives
With their throats
and travels, their melodies and mouths, their voices and verses
Until their
last day of voice,
Until their
last day of breath,
Until their
last day of life,
Was spent
singing their very last lovely strange song that was full of everything.
When the last
verse and note had escaped their lips,
When their
heartbeats faded into nothingness,
When their
bodies let loose their soul-lights,
Humanity’s
logic believed their song would fade into silence,
Humanity’s
reason rationalized their song would be forgotten,
But their final
harmony was so great, their flying light-souls
Broke through
the sky, broke through the heavens,
Shattered the Forever-Border
between the Below-Earth and the Beyond-Above.
The shards of
the Forever Border fell upon the Below-Earth
As raindrops of
many colors
Drenching every
living presence of the world,
Filling every beating
heart of the world
With so many
things, so many emotions
That everyone
of Below-Earth began to shed their first tears
Out of sadness,
happiness, anger, wonder, hatred, love.
The Beings of
the Beyond-Above,
Who were just
as ignorant of the Below-Earth,
Who were once
existing undisturbed by the humans below,
Who were
effortlessly enchanted and ensnared
By the majestic
melody and splendid soul-lights,
Questioned the
Being of Unknown, crooned the Being of Death,
Inspired the
Being of Faith, begged the Being of Miracle,
Concerned the
Being of Order, motivated the Being of Justice,
Overwhelmed the
Being of Passion, Seduced the Being of Power,
Called the
Being of Fortune, intrigued the Being of Thought.
Curious to seek
their origin of the haunting harmony,
The Beings followed
the echoes of the song to the crumbling of the Forever-Border
Where they saw
the still-weeping humans in Below-Earth—
Their hearts,
their minds, and their souls
So full of so
much burning emotions and freezing logic
That left them
in chaos and confusion.
Pitying them
and their torment,
All the Beings
went to the Below-Earth
And made themselves
known to the humans,
Blessing them with
guidance, with salvation, with wisdom
In exchange for
creating beauties and glories that only humanity can create.
Ever since
then,
For eternity
forevermore,
Humans—hearts
full of logic and emotion—
Have created
music, paintings, sculpture, textiles, crafts, pottery, poetry
For themselves
and for the Beings of the Beyond-Above,
Making the
Below-Earth wonderful and beautiful.
Broken Fairy
Tale
Once upon a
time,
You were a
beautiful princess
Whose traits
were blessed by righteous fairy godmothers.
It was supposed
to be a happy life filled with harmony,
But you
couldn’t stop gazing out the keyhole of your room
And wanting
something real.
Chained to this
facade,
You don’t know
Who you are,
Why you are
here,
But you just
follow the tale’s dance
To become the
person the court demanded you to be.
One day while
you look through the keyhole of your monotone cage,
An evil witch
flies to the opening and asks you “why are you so empty?”
When you can’t
answer anything worthy of a clever lie,
She holds out
her scarred hand and asks “Do you wanna to get out?”
Before your
hesitation could realize what was happening,
You fling your
chained hand out of the keyhole, unlocking it,
And later
whisked away by the evil witch to the unknown outside.
Years of
traveling had led both you and the witch
To meet
beautiful monsters of kindness and innocence,
To see hidden
worlds of wonder and amazement,
To feel your
heartbeats and souls singing with joy.
It wasn’t long
until
The two of you
fell into the petals of love,
Each day
together was the happily ever after
You never knew
you dreamed of,
Full of smiles,
laughter, and adventures.
One day while
visiting in a lush forest,
You searched
for the sweetest berries for your beloved witch
But suddenly, a
handsome prince laden with perfection,
Accompanied by
your former fairy god-mothers
Stumbled upon
you.
Holding out a
hand full of needles and knives,
He says, “Fair
maiden, I have long searched for you!
I am here to
save you from the evil witch that had taken you prisoner!”
He and the
fairy god-mothers try to grab you,
But you run
with all your might to your beloved witch.
She holds you
tightly and glares at the approaching villains.
Within an
instant, she flings hexes and spells at them
But the fairy
god-mothers repeal each of them,
A chance
allowing them to fling a curse that petrified your witch to stone.
You fall to the
ground crying, still holding your beloved witch
Only to be immediately
seized and dragged away
By the evil
prince and cruel fairy god-mothers.
“Don’t cry,
dear princess!” the fairy godmothers sneered as they flew over you,
“Your tormentor
is deceased. Come, you are free now!
Come with us
for we must celebrate your rescue
With a joyous
wedding between you and this handsome prince!”
You could feel
your overflowing sad tears boiling into angry tears,
And you scream
at them with all the rage and rebellion inside,
“My life with
her was better than that sweet poison of a fairy tale!”
The defiance in
your voice turned your tears into dragons of typhons and terror,
Who quickly
attacked the villains with vengeance and might.
The prince and
fairy godmothers attempted to fight back
But they were
too evil and weak, and they drowned in the water of your tears.
Once they were
dead, you rushed back to your beloved witch
And cry over
her stony corpse, heart breaking more and more,
But when your
tears fell and drenched her, she turned back to living flesh.
You both
embrace,
And you fly to
dreams and happiness,
Resuming your
happily ever after.
Born a first-generation Mexican-Canadian-American autistic with ADHD, Dana Trick lives in Southern California where it is clearly foolish to wear black any day but she does it anyway.
She spends her days writing emotional poems and weird stories, and drawing crappy art and comic strips. She enjoys learning about the history and the various mythologies of Latin America and Asia as well as the history and culture of disabilities.
Her work has been published in the Art of Autism, the Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Quiver Review, and The Ugly Writers. She wishes the reader a nice day.
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