#1 The Stranger

I arrived exhausted, my face and body drawn out. Removing the work clothes I still had on-I had to rushed to catch the last plane out-then climbing into my favourite aromatheraphy baths in days, I stretched out in the miracle of the foam bath, a tired smile towards him, glad to have reached him. I guess he knew that exhausted and focussed look, the drawl of my slurring voice as I told my stories.
'I never thought talking to people would be so tiring. Jerome, he gave me a two thumbs up today after my speech with the traders. We closed the 5th deal this year.'
He was on the edge of the tub watching me, closed eyes, away from the world. I'd cut my hair short. I was much thinner. He could see that I've fallen even more in love with my job. Tired out but also refreshed by it.
I leaned forward and pulled the plug out, lay back again to feel the water disappear round me. Then I stood on the tiles, my body passive as he pressed the towel against my dark tanned shoulders.
'I know the names of our products in German,' I boasted. 'I know some German.' I'm sleepy now. Can hardly talk. Tell me bout your day...tell me something.'
'I've written a piece on Ferretti.'
'No.'
'My jet black inked history?'
'Yes. Always.'
But I was already asleep, with a smile on my face.
Sitting at the table across the room from me, Ron started rolling up his stash. I was deep in the white linen bed. Mumbling constantly, as if pitching a deal.
I woke at about nine in the morning, the room dark and cold, and slid naked from the large bed where Ron was still dreaming. I climbed into the shower and turned it on but after a minute came out with an idea. Not bothering to dry myself, I unzipped my overnight bag and pulled out my new video camera I'd bought from my work trip. I inserted the memory card and hoisted it onto my wet shoulder. Switched it on.
I began with the room, then returned to the bathroom. A close up of the texture of the towels, a close up of the shower water still running. I stood on the bed and shot down at his sleeping head, soft brown hair, his left arm out to where I'd been all night beside him. My pillow. Back to him, his curved lips, sexy ribs, back off the bed onto floor level, the camera steady, down to his ankles. Walked backwards to take in our clothes on the floor, and then to the table to his stash. Close up on the greens.
I removed the memory card from the machine and buried it under his chest drawers. I packed the camera in my bag then got back into bed beside him.
We were lying in bed, in the sunlight. 'I can't imagine your past,' he said. 'I'm a complete stranger to you. Hometown. 'You don't go back?'
'Not so often anymore. No.'
Our lives together was best in these brief quiet times, lazily, postcoitally conversing. To him I guess I was clear, comforting and sweet, to me he was attached, mysterious, always interesting. Two out of three was not good.
We've met on another ocassion, poker game at Ben's then a birthday party. I was there for the fun, and Ron was there for brotherhood quite by chance.
'I'm sneaking away,' I said. 'Enough alcohol for the night!'
'Stay. I've got plans. I promised myself this evening with the boys. I promise you the best meal at 4am if you come with me.'
We drove to McDonalds. Packed up some chips and nuggets to go.
'Do you even know what you're doing?' he asked.
'Yes. Let's just say I'm aware and not half as stoned as you are.'
'Is that your opening line?'
A lit guardhouse appeared on the side of the housing area and he turned in and parked beneath the blinking lights of the basement. 'I live here,' he said.
We walked up the steps in each other's arms.
'Must be something in the JD. You sure you didnt spiked my drinks?'
'Yes.' he laughed.
'A known aphrodisiac...'
'I'll never sleep with you if you say you don't like Cafe del'mar...grab me a shirt.'
'From the rate of one to ten how much do you want to kiss me right now?'
'Kiss me here. Do you have a difficult past I've to learn?'
'As black as ink.'
'Ink eh. I never wanted to marry a pothead. You're attached, aren't you?'
'Lets just say I walk alone.'

Earth bound

How could men forget their passions in the dread?
Extinguishing the bright sun and the stars
The crackling trunks fell and faded
as forest were set on fire day by day
The world contain nothing but a fearful hope
That famine wont fed upon all entrails men
But all Earth was but one thought and that was death
as men did nothing but terrified the greens and mother nature...
And with curses casts them upon dust

Until Then

Watched the sky fall over me
In a night of dreams
Stood under the barren tree
Laugh when I remember how it seemed

Thought that we were two
Called
You said who?
Still cry when I think of you

My confession is my own
Saw you kissed me, didn’t wanna go home
Stood under the barren tree
Felt the fall come over me
Felt you…you…

Stay, go-leave me alone
Stay, leave-I’m begging you please
Love is the word you say
But you wont say
Love…please say that you’ll stay

You’re so good
You’re so bad
You came to where I stood
Made it all seem so sad
I stood under the lonely tree
Felt the night sink over me
Lost you! Why? Because of you…

Stay, go-you’ve stolen my home
Stay, leave-I’m begging you please
Love is the word you would never say
Love, please say that you’ll stay

The last of days...

I've stopped finding any peace in my mind
cause it tangles in wires
I dont know what I seek so dont question
as I'm still trying to figure it out

Coffee laced
intoxicating on my lips
crushed under heavy chest
trying to catch my breath

Your memory is like a ghost
and my heart, my heart is the host
Drowning in my tear storming sea
all the same I dont want mudslinging games

Our paths been crossed
crumbs are gone and the way is lost
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
as melancholy phantom eye our skins

The sound tires me down
as I wished to fade away
into forgetting the images you said worth remembering

To put your mind at ease
you dont owe me anythin
Although it is a bad night to be alone
but this is how the story goes

You read my face like the cover on the book
and you paid me well with memories which lingers
tied together with your condesending smile

I'm battle scarred
oh Im workin so hard
In silence Im an island
Until the last of days.

Glass Castle

I tried to escape
the headache rut that
I see myself falling into

But mundane things to me
are a waste of energy
while a painting could last forever

You came to me
walk with me, talk with me
and tell me I'm your kind...
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None has ever known

I'm the glass castle
you sit in...
while your ghost is sleeping down the hall

Outside,the world
is magnified, barely
and inch from here to the other side

Life just keeps getting harder to hide
Darker it is around me...
easier it is to see inside

How much is real?
So much to question
these ever changing scenes
Lost in illusions of lil fragments

The fragments of a reason
at the castle wall you tried
so hard to recall

You're covered by a mask
you think is your sin but
Honey, the truth lies within

There's more to this world
than you see...come
hide in this glass castle of me

I promise u safety
behind this walls if
you're strong enough to live it all

If all the things you
thought you would be
then hide in this glass castle of me

City of Cypress

A sick and twisted town this is. Filled with suffocating stench of flesh and blood. We cannot dwell alone and even in groups it is dangerous. In the course of history, it is happening again and in Cypress it has happened. We must evacuate immediately before the symbolic nature strikes again. It has struck twice today wiping out half the city. It consumed all the habitations of things whihc dwell and some were burnt for beacons. Once the winds of impermanence have blown, our eyes are instantly closed and our breaths stops forever. In rainless skies, the voice of the pines and cedars changes its colors. The attractive countenance like peach and plum blossoms are lost. Everyone who survived will gather and grieve, but to no avail as nothing else can be done. The deceased are carried out to the fields for cremation as the body turns into midnight smoke of ashes. It strikes the young and old with no discrimination. The entire town was but one thought and that was death. A battle with the universe and space resulted in a crash and all was black. this is a seasonless, treeless, herbless, lifeless and manless city. Just one of the many bad results of human tampering with Cypress one might say enough said.

Dimension of the Damned

A dimension
A divine essence
Illuminated by the sun;
of grace
Unquenchable desire
Punishment for transgression
Rolling fresh meadows
light of reason
Entering walled castle
many shades dwell
peaceful.sad.
the light mute
the sea in its tempest
the wind bellows
Infrenal hurricane
doomed to remain
Mortals unjust fate
are at mercy
of eternal damnation.

The dark Realm

Pathless and rayless the earth blackens. Poisonous flame contaminates the stream of fire. An overpowering stench suffocates and corrupts everything. The burning of putrefied flesh, mingled with tar and sulfur filled the air. The burning mountain torches blasted with no shame. The wind punctures the skin with chasm of fright. The days are filled with smoke which burns the eye starting them off their sockets. The sound of confusion and blasphemy cease not for an instant. From the midnight skies death dived in and in the morning, corpses were seen appearing in the streets drained with blood. Wild serpents snaked up every nook and corner of darkened poles. Beasts concealing themselves in river banks waiting to feed. Lurking in the ambush were the creepy crawlers nibbling every grub of flesh from the yet warm bodies. Blazing charcoal enwrapped with torches smelling like a lump of ore surrounds the everlasting ocean. Gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen were the hungry ravens and black dogs, and speckled vultures and crows. The rain here is maledict, cold and heavy. It is a filthy mixture of shadows and putrid water. Iron walls are littered about the landscape. It is a state of absolute suffering. Beyond the woods stood the stunted gnarled trees witn twisting branches and poisoned fruits. It is a frigid pit of despair!

The travelled journey...

It all began when I woke in the night, yielding to the demands of my bladder. I went to the toilet. Cool vapors fumed up from the shaft, smelling of lavender.
Here I uncertainly backed away, tripped over something soft and soggy and fell heavily backwards into the softness of a carpet of mushrooms, which embraced me with a massaging passion. I rolled free and crouched in the darkness, panting.
Where was I? Try as I might, I couldn't remember the layout of my own bedroom.
"Where am I?" I whispered.
"Where you are," was the reply, in a soft echo.
As I pondered the meaning of this, my eyes slowly became adapted to the dark, and I made out the outlines of the door. The escape hatch. There should be a light switch by the door. I fumbled for the switch, but did not find it. Exit, then. I put my hand on the door handle. The cool metal twisted into jaws. Sharp, delicate teeth fastened on my flesh. A hard narrow tongue licked me.
"Please," I said, in a gasp.
Begging.
The teeth retracted. Forget the door. If this was the door, then the bed had to be directly opposite as I remembered. Wasn't that right? I fumbled and finally reached the round jellylike surface. I passed out.
At 06:30 a.m. the beeping of a horn awakened me. Remembering, I examined my right hand, the one the door had seized. There was the single dot of dried blood where one of the teeth had punctured my skin. No need to use the first aid kit, then. Not this time.
I showered, dressed and left for breakfast but I'd be back. The bedroom was the place where I might have a decent chance of surviving the nights or not.
So where would it all end?
"Let's not think about that," I said remembering the nocturnal night before where the chair bit off my last toe. Slowly I will be eaten up whole…slowly.

Disorientated...

I was a lost child
A nobody's child
Looming on the streets
finding shelter from the rain
Will someone come take my hand?
I never know how long I would live

The room...it felt so warm
brightly lit yet cosy
welcoming yet strange
If I want to fill my empty stomach
I reach out for the fridge

Glad how you've found me
and decided to call me yours
She will be making liquid in the morning
it will be mesmerizing and we can taste it
Go now quickly
Upstairs...
Bring the pillows

I am who I am...

I am restless, my body is tired, my mind is dead, I am thinking hard, I hate liars, I am a liar, I am depressed, I couldn't stop smiling, I like to feel loved, I think being in love is silly, I am carefree, my sense of self is so uptight, I have the fear of heights, I went on a rollercoaster ride yesterday, I am craving for ice cream, I dislike popsicles, I love the sun on my face, I live in darkness, I hate flowers, I adore the smell of lavender, I absolutely despise felines, I owend a cute Siberian Husky, I told him the truth, I did not believe the things I told him, I am fearless, I am who I am, scared and alone!

Bits & Pieces

The power of your life is a thousand times rarer than diamonds
All my life I was tied down to the tragedy of healing wounds
We can all learn a lesson in triangles and squares helping the wounded
Think of me there dear, with my tormenting thoughts, I was determined it should never happen again
Then Joy, tall and brave walked in with a heartfelt message...
I do trust in Motherhood & Fatherhood as the bond is mostly physical and not nearly what has been written bout it
Mysticism and romance, they were so stunning, they were all I saw
The silence seemed to solidify, tightening relationship everything a woman can give a man
It was time to make my own luck as supply is running dry and pretty soon it will be a draught
My broken heart felt nothing...