Nature at its Best

On a tall mighty oak tree, limbs sprawled in every direction; golden leaves with a tint of orange electrically brightened the horizon. The reflection of the sun rising over great snowy mountain ranges was clearly visible in a majestic lake. As if an artist had painted an abstract master piece on the surface bright red fish glided peacefully thru the water swimming in every direction like the rays of the sun. Lily pads were occupied by frogs and their mates, every so often the water rippled as turtles swam the distance of their surroundings.    

Humming birds sang brilliantly as if they were Beethoven themselves. Heavy sleeping bags were rolled up at the side of an open camp fire.

 Old fallen tress full of moss and an occasional spider web, were pushed into a horse shoe shape. Hands were warmed over the blazing camp fire. The crackling of the wood coincided with the greasy, fat bacon being cooked.

Early camp fire songs were sung off beat, children shouted the words so loudly; owls woke up just to fly further away. Children pranced around the camp site with grins on their faces, as parents strung the lines for the fishing poles. Soon the sun was directly in the middle of the clear blue sky, no clouds were in sight. Parents rubbed chilled sunscreen into their children’s skin.

One child wore a beaver hat much too big for his head, and it frequently fell over his eyes. Crickets jumped from one grass blade to the next as bobbers were tossed into the calm waters. Every so often the fishers could feel tugs on their lines and reeled in their catch anxiously. Fish of all sizes were caught and released that day. Ducks got an extra meal; stale bread was thrown into the water as well.

Directly right of the lake was small, weak tree. A mother robin perched directly above her freshly hatched chicks’ opened her beak and inside her mouth rested a slimy worm with dirt deposits between its wrinkles. Inside the messy nest broken shells and wings were scattered. The small boy with the beaver hat over his eyes witnessed a miracle of nature. A blue egg wiggled and rotated franticly, a tip of an orange beak was hard at work drilling its escape. After hard work and a lot of peaking the shell burst and out popped a baby robin

The Perfect Lies

The stars shinning very bright
Compliment the dull moon light,
from a far they appear small
But tonight I shall not fall.

From a new place
Called outer space,
I can look down
To what I have found.

The dark blue sky
Covers up every single lie,
The truth to all
Will never stand tall.

Comets are passing
Lightning is flashing,
Confusion all about
The children pout.

Shrieking thunder sounds
Hail covers all grounds,
Everything is covered
However god will hover.

Raindrops fall silent
A tornado is violent,
Up up above
Flies a white dove.

Glorious Train: Ode Poem

Greetings, fellow people beware; intersection is nearing.

Stop early, not late.

Time is tight

Tick-tock, Tick-tock.

Rusty rails lock in wheels

Speed causes sparks,

Tracks run cross country.

Hail,

Heavy engines,

Growling, gears jam.

Lugging weight of cargo

Speed slows suddenly.

Hurry!

Andalay!

Let’s go!

Crunch coal,

Incinerate fire,

Energy attacks.

Angry cars break hard,

Red and white bars

Slant parallel

Barriers blocks roads.

Approaching, I come;

Cross traffic stops, I go.

Steam slips through a cylinder pipe;

Sounds hark.

I say “Hello”

Then “Goodbye”

While passing.

Smoke lingers hovering with echoes vibrating.

I was here

And now

I am far gone.

I Remember: Villanelle Poem

Suffocated a darkening image alters fate, confusing my mind and changing my person. Candle stick light burns, wax melts dripping tear drops, illuminating glorious days.        

As to you, I searched for guidance that strengthened my willpower and found love.

I remember our hands interlacing for the first time, sparking chemistry instantly.

Empty handed, air rushes through my naked fingers, old memories re-appear.

Suffocated a darkening image alters fate, confusing my mind and changing my person.

I remember gathering around camp fires with you, softly whispering till day-break.

Now the chair beside me holds heavy blankets on cold evenings, which is my only friend.

As to you, I searched for guidance that strengthened my willpower and found love.

I remember admiring garden landscapes together we sniffed each rose as we walked past.

The beauty of nature is now meaningless, since your deep brown eyes will never re-open.

Suffocated a darkening image alters fate, confusing my mind and changing my person.

I remember connecting with my inner peace for the first time. You were a great mentor.

Nightmares leave me restless, destroying life. I fear I have stimulated my aging process. 

As to you, I searched for guidance that strengthened my willpower and found love.

I remember our first hellos, I could not stop blushing; you repeatedly complimented me.

Now I remember out last goodbye, we yelled and my eyes stung from crying all night.

Suffocated a darkening image alters fate, confusing my mind and changing my person.

As to you, I searched for guidance that strengthened my willpower and found love.

Pity Lies of Death: Script

Pity Lies of Death

A meeting of the minds is taking place. Some who attend are more intelligent than others, while a select few are clearly out of place. High ranking members of Thiumus (a kingdom) are discussing problems that occur during the evening hours. Sir and Madam Count the rulers of the kingdom are hosting this meeting. They are all seated around a circular table.

Conrad

Behold this round table, with no head there is no superiority. We all come as equals.

Ruebus

Har Har.

Conrad

Indeed, it is a delight. Neither man nor woman shall hold the mightier hand.

lousille

The dog cannot snatch a mouse from a blind cat.

Norbert

Dearest lady, both man and woman shall reign together.

Conrad

This table shall be placed into the dining area of the castle as a symbol of equality.

Norbert

One must only dine, and not drink at this table. One who drinks is one who thirsts for power.

Lousille

An owl on a crisp night, hunts only to daybreak, never hunting into the peak of morning.

Sir Count

My wife and I shall only dine on this fine table. I take my vow.

Madam Count

I second that.

Ruebus

Thou has spoken; a table of roundness shall not be corrupted with alcohol. Declare this moment in paperwork.

Squier

A story of today I shall tell,      my hope is it all goes well.             May I document this feast with care,         and hope greats arms will bear.  

Conrad

Of this day we shall all remember, for it is the day that we all see eye to eye. With no more concerns at mind, I declare you fellows goodbye.    

Norbert

With that I bid you all fair health.

Sir count

Meeting adjourned, I wish a safe route home to you all.

Everyone who was attending the meeting leave pleased of what they all discussed. Sir and Madam Count retire to their chamber for the night.

Madam Count

With that all straightened up, tonight the moon shall rest peacefully upon the night’s sky. No clouds shall dare invade, let the moon shine bright. Let us toast to a day of success.

Sir Count

The moon shall indeed light up the shadows. Terror shall not triumph on our kingdom! My good lady haven’t we just vowed to only dine?

Madam count

Laughs a weak laugh

Great lord, my mighty husband, my lover of life; do you not wish to enjoy life with me anymore? I wish to share a drink with my love of eternity; do your feelings differ?

Sir count

My good woman, I do not question my love for you, let us toast and share this moment together, for purity of this moment shall not represent evil.

Madam Count

Evil! Do you speak of evil and our love together?

Sir count

Two words, such as those would never leave my lips.

Madam Count

To question me as evil is to say witches cast spells within the woods.

Sir count

Lady of beauty, I dare not question you. I bid you my apology.

Madam Count is pouring the alcohol into glasses.   

Madam count

What is it that we shall toast?

Sir count

My Lady, I toast to you. May eternity go on, as I question my luck to have you, with you by my side all the gold in the land shall not compare.

The glasses click together and in one sip the glasses are left empty.

Sir count

With that my fair lady I bid you goodnight. Thiumus shall sleep tight.

Early at the peak of day Norbert enters the castle accompanied by Lousille.

Norbert

Is Sir Count present, I wish to speak to him.

Guard

A wish you have made, yet I do not grant such a deed.

Lousille

To deny Norbert is to deny the hungry food.

Guard

Absurd! The Counts have not yet risen from sleep. Do not question me. To question me is to question the Counts themselves.

NOrbert

I shall wait, I am in no hurry. Grant myself and this fair lady waiting rights.

Guard

The spot in which you are standing is the only spot I will offer.

norbert

Then it shall be we shall stand tall here.

By mid-afternoon the Counts awaken and witness a mob outside their castle.

People from the mob are shouting to the Counts who appear from the window.

Person 1

The fragile hummingbird sang of death as it killed my cow.

Person 2

An acorn from a newly planted tree fell and went right through my mate’s head.

Person 3

Lightning struck all the houses of the village. A raging fire runs wild.

 the Mob

Chant:

Let the prisoner go fee! The real villain is you!

Sir count

Fear neither me nor my lady. Fear the prisoners they kill.

 the Mob

Fear the villains! Lock them up!

Mob enters the house and chases Sir Count and Madam Count into a corner.

madam Count

My soul is darkened, have mercy for the innocent.

Points toward Sir Count

He did it. He makes me dark.

Steps toward the mob

Look at me, save me.

Opens her eyes wide to be looked into

Look into my eyes, see how dark they are.

Points the her baggy eyes

Look at the skin under my eyes. It is dark.

Points to Sir Count

He did it! He forces me not to sleep. He forces evil upon me! 

 The mob

Man who harms women shall be no more!

Sir count

Confused: Is speaking to the mob.

I have not done anything. Condemn those who are the betrayer. Condemn those who choose the take a dagger to the innocent heart. She lies, she betrayed all of us. I declare her dead to me.

 Looks toward Lady Count who falls to the ground life-less

Norbert

He wishes life only for himself, poor Woman.

Lousille

A poison suffocates, words destroy. He is a murdered by mouth.

Norbert

He killed off his wife with piercing words!

 the mob

Condemn him, rally the kingdom, and put him to death!

Members of the mob violently get hold of Sir Count and carry him away to be hung. Norbert and Lousille kneel next to the dead Madam Count.

Mission 214: Imaginary Fiction

With power and might, love and attraction, the vein of desire endangers the minds of adolescents. Law two hundred and fourteen requires all female teenagers on their thirteenth birthday to undergo a surgical operation, in which that inhumane vein will be removed and chemically destroyed. Miranda Fay‘s appointment has not been scheduled yet, it is mandatory that the legal guardian(s) of this child get in contact with our office immediately.                               

     ~Berra of the San Jose Providence

            As if I was reborn for a second time, my world was shaken. My brain was malfunctioning. All of a sudden the right hemisphere of my brain did not connect with the left side of my body, and the left hemisphere had no control over the right side of my body. I was a piece of human trash; I oozed out foul slime and was worthless. It was as if I was kicked to the edge of the sidewalk, for I was unwanted, waiting to be recycled. Stray cars could drive past and not notice me; I was just an ordinary person being conformed into a lifestyle of dull and boringness, never to love nor meet the man of my dreams.

            If I must live my life without my vein of desire, I shall live without a heart. Being a walking zombie of the government, makes my quality of life pitiful.

            For sale, female heart, mid condition.

            Their desire: what the corrupt government wants is my heart. Their mission: confiscate it, late at night. Their plan or grand scheme: kidnap me, steal my heart, and hide all evidence.

            As if the letter was made out of granite it was too powerful and strong to be altered. The government held the highest rankings amongst the land; whatever they said was carved into grave stones. The consequence of death would be for anyone who disobeyed. These unreasonable rules and statutes are endless; they never expire or get revised. 

            Girls, we have all the problems, we physically have to mature and deal with our “issues”. For once in my life I am displeased with myself. All of my wants and needs are becoming sidetracked; my mental and emotional health is non-existent. I do not wish to be cut apart by strangers. I wish I was a boy. A boy with long golden locks of curly hair, sparkling blue eyes like the ocean itself, and a smile that showed dimples. Then and only then would I be able to fit into the genuine race; if only I was a boy.  I would be seen as perfect and have no flaws; I would be an angel, a gift from heaven. Most importantly I would be saved and my body and mind would not be touched nor harmed. I want to live a simple life and as a boy I could grow up without worries and fears.

            I run into the deteriorated mud hovel that serves as our house seeking comfort.  Like the typical weekday, I am alone, so I peacefully settle myself in a tiny corner where I could practice my beliefs. With religion being banned and the death sentence applied to anyone caught in practice, I triple checked to make sure I was completely alone.

            Dear Christ, I have you and only you to turn to for help. I pray to you in hope that my prayers will be answered. I do not understand why I should be forced into an operation in which I do not believe. I wish a miracle would come amongst us, lightning could strike the grave stones, and turn it into unrecognizable rubble. Raging fires would force re-birth and innocent lives would be saved. You tell us you want us to believe and share your word, but how can I? I want to have eternal life and live in your presence in heaven. Can you take me now, before my heart gets punctured with knifes and stakes? I want to live the life you created me to live. Living without my heart will just lead me to Satan. I want to love and have children and teach them of your greatness. These are your wishes too; it says that in the Holy Bible. I need your guidance, God; anything would help, please, give me a sign. Amen

            I awakened to the sound of pitter patter against the pathetic roof. Acid raindrops burn my forehead since the ceiling is mostly eroded away. Once a heavy ceiling with shingles appeared over my head, now the layer of hardened mud the thickness of a piece of paper, is my only protection against Mother Nature.

            All the riches in the land had vanished after the revolution. With countless lives lost, the major population decrease was not the only change. As a new government rose, our rights were stripped away, property was no longer considered a possession, and conditions of living became very poor.

            When the sun was setting below the horizon and the nightingales were singing their evening songs, my dearest parents had not returned home yet. Their absentness had been molded into my daily routine. It was getting late, as the crescent moon made its way to the center of the sky, screams, shouts, and wails could be heard from farms nearby. Soon the dirt road was crowded with anxious people looking into the far distance. The evening stars were covered by a murky smoke that expanded every millisecond. A heavy black smoke, polluted the providence, it was a suffocating blanket. 

            A super volcano eruption was overdue, the fierce lava raced down its cone shaped edges incinerating people alive. This bright red-orange liquid cleared paths instantly. When I turned my head away for the slightest moment, the rush of death was already across border and was now invading a new land.

            The eruption continued constantly throughout the night. From the cracks in the walls surrounding my bug invested cot, I could vividly see the mountain top belching up chunks of fire. Maybe this could be my sign that I was awaiting, I thought to myself. However I could not believe it, I wanted to believe an angel would come to me in my sleep; and answer all my questions and guide me out of confusion. Even though it was almost impossible to sleep, I tried to doze off and enter into my world of the unconscious.

            As I was asleep, a banging on my door startled and awakened me. Half asleep I got out of bed to answer what seemed to be a hungry grizzly bear batting at its prey. Guards shining bright flashlights blinded me as they stepped into my home, without invitation. They were disgusting, like pigs, they tracked mud all across the pale floor. One of the fatter men spat his remains of chewing tobacco upon my foot. As I stepped back my ear drums shattered, “You were not ordered to move!”  Frozen in fear, I could feel my heart throbbing, beating uncontrollably five extra beats per second. Feeling faint, I stumbled over to the corner to take a seat.

            Before I was able to reach the floor I had spoken out of place. “Ouch!”  “You were not ordered to move. Once I gave you a warning. Now I give you another warning plus a beating!”

            Painfully I stood up, not wishing to have the leather belt re-connect to my now bruised and bleeding back. Scanning my perimeter from my peripheral vision I saw the big, fat guard making his way towards me. 

            Violently my arms were yanked behind my back; rope was tied so tightly around my wrists, it was as if a snake was coiling them. Without warning I was swept off my feet and forcefully taken from the comfort of my one room shack and I was dropped into a dark metal van. I landed on my knee which split open and blood gushed out.

            Inside I had to feel my way around, since it was pitch black inside. There was no warmth inside; I was surrounded by cold hearts and dead souls.

            All of a sudden I started choking; coughing and then everything went blank. My senses were not shut down though; my body may have been immobilized, but my mind was working overtime. The last thing I felt was a stabbing pain through my chest, the unimaginable pain forced my body into shock. Then everything drifted off, everything went away, that moment became life changing.

            When I woke up from my deep sleep, I thought to myself what if my whole life was a dream. What if all the short clips that played across my mind were all linked together?  What if I was a dragon slayer, tattoo designer, acrobatic and had unknown talents emerging in multiple fields? Then my dreams would be reality! More importantly, what just happened to me might not have occurred. Consumed in my thoughts, I fell back into a state of sleep and thought, did that operation just happen, or was it all just a figment of my imagination. Then again, I could feel the indentations as I ran my fingers over all the scars, and the truth to the abuse became clear. Not only was I the punch line to a cruel joke, the government could now put a check mark next to my name and say, ‘mission complete’.