stringbender_katara

When she looked at me,
Her eyes pierced my heart
With vengeless anger,
Longing to be set free;
A familiar fire
That burned and would not depart ….

When she yelled at me,
My heart was torn by sorrow
For her, as if longing to be
In her place, to prevent today
What could not be saved tomorrow;
Her price I would gladly pay…

When her hand struck me,
I was stunned
By the gentleness of her caress
On me—the enemy she had shunned;
She did not her hurt repress,
Yet did not tear down my dignity….

When she cried to me,
Her tears were as showers
Pelting my soul with grief unspoken;
Like burning flowers,
Grieving with...

(Sung to the tune of the Rippingtons’ fusion-jazz hit with the same title from their album, “Sahara”)

Born of the water tribe,
This girl’s divine;
Dig that vibe.
Who could ever ask for more,
Having searched from shore to shore?
Never imagined what was in store….

So let the fire inside
Reach out and shine,
To help us decide
What to do to end this war;
Never been there before.
Let this world remember this girl…

Leaving behind her
Home, reaching far out to find a
New way,
The start of a new day.
Never thought darkness fades away,
As she’s bending the water she gathers to rise,
This girl with the...

I saw my sister,
Katara, by the river,
Aglow in a sliver
Of cold moonlight,
With no clouds in sight;
The water at her beck and call,
Obeying her every gesture,
Her silent commands to rise and fall
Moulded by her gentle pressure….

I saw my lover,
Princess Yue, wrapped in glowing silver;
Entombed by the moon’s cold light,
Reflected in that river;
Yet no unbroken image lay
To soothe my eyes or gently stay
The choppy water, glistening
In a multitude of highlights, shifting
Like a shattered mirror drifting by:
A million tears of light did cry….

No bending of that cold water
By highly-trained martial master,
Nor...

Imagine a world with all bending prohibited,
Except the kind practiced by the ruling Nation;
A populace robbed of human rights, restricted
In their living by unlimited pervasion
Of tyranny,
And senseless perversion;
Suppression
Of equality
And endless invasion
Of privacy…

Imagine a life of having to bend
Not one’s element, but to the will
Of the slavedriver;
Into the wilderness blend
Or be made into a kill,
Unless taken prisoner…

In a world without hope,
Who would fight for us?
Where could we run,
Stumble or grope?
Who could set things right for us
Before oppression effaced the sun?

Alas the Avatar sleeps;...