The Beautiful Sky

I was just outside taking in the beautiful sky. It is such a beautiful world we live in. I have faith in the world as an organism. I have faith in humanity. I have faith this torture of a bubble will end. I have faith in you, my beautiful world. I have faith you will save me.

I wrote this on 10July2010 at approximately 11:11am in a flash while I was locked away in a torture facility the UK...

I Will Walk This Earth Barefoot
(c)2010 Squid B. Varilekova

I will walk this Earth barefoot.
I will bathe in its rain dancing.
This terra's fire will carry me
like a bird song through mountain leaves.

I will step not knowing more
than that I step again
on this great green Earth
on a path ever forward into knowing.

I will dance ever-trusting the rain
will always fall to quench
the Earth and Sky and Seas and People.
The mountains yawn to bathe in lightning.

My fire will burn with change and progress.
The sky will dawn in fires of morning
of newness of birth of growth of life.
The Earth will always hold a fire within.

The wind will blow my hair in rivers--
flowing ourtward from my mind on the breeze.
The air will touch your own windowsill,
So we may sing together.
Yes, we shall sing together.

I will walk this Earth barefoot.
I will bathe in its rain dancing.
This terra's fire will carry me
like a bird song through mountain leaves.

When Have I Done Enough?

How much do I have to suffer and how many people do I have to save before I am acknowledged as a fellow human by our government (local all of the way to federal)? When have I done enough to be treated as an equal? When have I suffered enough to be saved myself from this bubble of persecution?

There is no lawful reason for a bubble of this sort to exist. Think about it. How could anyone ever justify treating any human the way I have been treated by this government? This is persecution. And persecution is illegal.

Sweetness, I sent you a letter today. It should arrive at the usual place on Friday or Saturday. I dream of you. Dreams of you are all I have these days. The government allows me nothing else.

It Should Have Been Enough.

The bubble itself is a cruel and unusual punishment. The bubble alone should have been enough to turn me into a cruel, fire-breathing monster of a public figure intent on nothing but revenge and violence. The compliance of the general public with the bubble should have been enough to make me give up on humanity completely. Just try living through everything this bubble inflicts on me and see if you still love the world almost three years later.

You are all so very lucky I am who I am.

I did not allow myself to hate humanity. I did not allow myself to stop caring for the world. I am a responsible soul, and I can be trusted.

When will I have the basic human and Constitutional rights I deserve as a human under the jurisdiction of the US government? When will I finally have living conditions worth enduring? When will I finally be allowed to be with my loved ones? When will I finally be treated as I deserve... as an equal instead of as a subhuman creature?

Do I not deserve to be treated at least as a human and an equal?

My beautiful world, may I ask you for help? May I ask you to make a list of all of the things I do and have done in this world? And then may I ask you to spread that list around?

I am surrounded by people who are either inherently cruel or who have no idea what I have accomplished in the last (almost) three years. I do not deserve to be ignored. I do not deserve to be persecuted. The only way to show me the respect I deserve is to outright refuse to comply with the rules of the illegal bubble.

We need to get the ball of blatant non-compliance rolling. If persuading Iowans to stand up for their own rights and mine does not work, we need to organize and invasion of Iowa with people who will publicly give examples of refusing to comply. Send me foreigners. Send me out-of-Staters. Send me anyone with the moral convictions to get this bubble burst.

I need and deserve my rights. This State needs to wake up. This nation needs to end its oppression. This world needs me free.

Please help.

Sweetness, did you get my letter last week? I have a sneaky feeling you have been very busy lately... in a very good way. I have yet to figure out what happened with the US Open (tennis) due to the arrival of Hurricane Irene in New York. Do you know if everyone is okay? I am trying to lay off the poetry right now... It gives me such a rush. I love you, Mr. Love-of-my-Life, and I cannot wait for whatever you have planned.

Be Responsible.

This is a time for everyone to be responsible. The new Libyan government that is about to emerge needs to choose its influences responsibly just as the world must be responsible in how it deals with the successful rebels. We all want a strong, fair, stable government in Libya. Please be very responsible, all of you, with what you do next.

Here in the States, be very responsible preparing for Hurricane Irene. Be prepared for the worst that could hit your area. Get yourself and your loved ones to safety. Help each other, and keep each other safe. Evacuate if recommended. Stock up on supplies... Follow the advice from the experts and officials. Also, move your travel plans so that you do not go to nor through the East Coast for a few weeks. I hear California is lovely right about now.

Assuming DC survives the weekend, be responsible, America, when considering and questioning 2012 candidates. George W. Bush was evil. Obama the Human Trafficker is the sociopath who sold himself as the supposed hope and change that would save us from that evil but who proved to be nothing but another form of evil himself. This time, America, take great care to choose a strong and gentle leader who can heal a broken nation. Ask the right questions. Make the right demands. And of course, be politically active. Show an interest. Turn this country into what you want it to be.

And finally, be very responsible, my beautiful world, with what you choose to do concerning me. Do not choose to let someone else do the work of rescuing me. Take responsibility and take some initiative, my beautiful world. Organize. Have a master plan. Make contingency plans. Come rescue me.

I am too responsible to allow myself to be persecuted any longer than I can help it. Too many people need me to be free. That is why I always ask for help. I know I need help to get a rescue.

Please, my beautiful world, come get me.

Sweetness, I hope my poem yesterday was not too much love all at once for you. I had a Byron moment, and that is how it manifested. I have so much to give this world. I just need a chance. I know you are leading the charge to rescue me. I know how much I can count on you. Assuming it is soon, I hope we are going West. The East Coast looks like a no-travel-zone for the next few weeks.

He Speaks in Rivers, Like the Winds...

I woke up late today and zipped off to the coffee shop as soon as possible. I chatted with Kyle and put on my lipstick for the day while he made me my mocha. I was there for about an hour, and this is what I came up with... I stole the structure from something far more beautiful in its metaphor. When I feel the muse, I move quickly to capture what is passing.


He Speaks in Rivers

He speaks in rivers, like the winds
do blow in moods all different.
When passionate caresses find
a breeze across my face, he spent
his gentle words on love so blind
with whispered meanings never bent.
The wild sirocco wields less heat
than how he scorches obstacles
against our love. No mighty feat
compares to ice and icicles
he volleys wide to ever beat
naysayers ways and spectacles.

The California zephyr knows
how he pulls upon my heart.
From his dark eyes to his trained toes,
I was a willow from the start.
My branches dancing, his winds blow.
He moves my being through his art.

--(c) 2011 Squid B. Varilekova a.k.a. Tanya H. A. Varilek


The truest test I have found for whether or not my mind is working properly is whether or not I can write poetry... metered or otherwise.

Sweetness, I have more than pretty words to give you.

I do Wait.

President Incompetent is my slave driver. No, I will not give him a break. Obama the Human Trafficker needs to be impeached for his human rights violations against me and this entire nation.

This is no time to rally around the brat who took away your Constitutional rights, your right to peaceably assemble (with me), and your right to freedom of the press. This is a time to point out his similarities to the dictators that we are toppling.

Defy Obama the Tyrant, and his reign of oppression will end. Set yourselves free.

In the immortal words of Kermit the Frog, "Someday we'll find it, the Rainbow Connection, the lovers, the dreamers, and me."

Soon America will be free again. You, the ones on the fence, you need to ask yourselves, do you want to be part of the solution, or do you want to continue being part of the problem we sweep away?

Sweetness, you have probably noticed by now that my mojo has been working just fine lately. Many the doting man and woman of varying charm and ability has tried a hand at wooing me. But I am yours completely. Though they all know that, they seem helpless to flirt anyway... Yes, it feeds my ego. I know you are not so insecure that I need to remind you of how much you can trust me. I will wait for you until the sun defies the sky and rains upon the moon. We are meant to be, my darling Sweetness. I do wait for you faithfully.

Light a Fire Under your Closest Iowan.

The Libyan revolution is coming to an end. Or, is this the beginning? Kadaffi is almost ousted. His sons are arrested. Tripoli is surrounded. The regime is about to collapse. This is something to celebrate, my beautiful world.

This is also a time when the new Libya needs to take its responsibilities to build its new democracy very seriously. Build the country you want and deserve, Libya. Include everyone fairly. Start from the people and build up.

Also in the region, it seems Egypt and Israel are having a bit of a misunderstanding right now. Egypt, we all know you do not want to see any of your soldiers die. With your fledgling democracy still sinking its roots for your millennium-old people, it is very important to establish as much peaceful strength in the region as you can. You want your new government to last the ages, and the best way to do that is by being strong and never seeing war.

As for you, Iran,... Please. When you look at the hikers you recently convicted, imagine they are me. I similarly love to travel the world and see exotic locations. I am fascinated by regions with ancient peoples. I have been accused of espionage on many the occasion. I am not so different from those hikers. Please treat them as you would treat me.

Here in the Americas... With all of the drama we have already seen this year due to Global Climate Change, hurricane season seems to be just beginning. Stay safe out there, my beautiful world. Evacuate if you have to. Stick to calm waters. Help each other. The last thing we need is more mass suffering.

And speaking of mass suffering, a woman spoke in code to me last night here in Iowa to make a point of telling me that she is not oppressed. Yes, Iowa is that brainwashed. She had to speak in code to tell me she is not oppressed. From this there is only one conclusion...

Iowa does not give a damn about me when everyone else does because they are brainwashed.

There is also a possibility that they are only in this for themselves, and I am actually not worth anything to them. Either way, I really think they do not know what they have got in me.

The masses love and adore me outside of Iowa. Have you heard yet how Orlando would treat me if I could ever find a way to visit? If someone were a hero and employed me, shipped me to Sweetness, or otherwise rescued me from my evil father, said hero would be showered with international attention and praise.

If Iowa were to stand up to the federal government, they would find allies in other states. They could also create a safe haven here that would allow celebrities and world leaders to finally visit me. Who does not want to run into their childhood hero at the local coffee shop?

Iowa could easily be a hero, but instead they are brainwashed into thinking they are not oppressed. They are brainwashed into pitiable weakness. My beautiful world, seek out Iowa, and hold their balls to the wall. Light a fire under your closest Iowan.

We can end the persecution of me. It starts by getting Iowa on its feet. To get Iowa on its feet, you must be on your feet, my beautiful world. As I said, light a fire under your closest Iowan.

Sweetness, I mailed you a letter today. I know it is Sunday, but I did drop it at the post office earlier this afternoon. Just as I had promised, I juiced up the romance in this one. You will surely enjoy it. I do so love and adore you. I know you are doing everything you can for me. That is enough to get me out of bed every morning... but I have no idea what I could ever have for you that could ever compare to the freedom you are winning for me. My life, my heart, my soul, my future, all of my romantic love and devotion... those were all already yours.