Living in A Strange World: Chapter IMore Like This
Chapter I: Whose that Guy? part 1
I was busy in my shop when I noticed this dark brunette looking at me
"I know you" Was all he said I shook my head like he was crazy I didn't even know the man, and there he was standing in front of me stating he knew me 'Yeah maybe in another life' I thought to myself as he continued to look at me I sighed
"Take a picture it tends to last longer I said to the blonde he was standing with
"Sorry for my brother Wyatt, name's Chris" 'Wait maybe I did know him from somewhere
"That's alright" I heard my Akkadian accent come out "Anything I can help you gentlemen with on this fine afternoon?" I asked the blonde mainly
"Act. . ."Before he could finish the sound of glass shattering was heard I screamed the next thing I knew there was this bluish sphere like wall around me, and the guy named Wyatt.
"Get her out of here!" I heard Chris yell before I fainted from the loss of blood when I came to I was lying on a living room table, and the voices of parents
We Who Worship the Morning StarMonuments burn into momentsMore Like This
And moments, to memories;
Memories fade to fiction
And fiction, to muses.
(I) Sunlight Through Shutters
They, the nephilim rulers,
Who perceived thriving landscapes
While perched atop their assumed thrones,
Through adages of the abyss,
Adumbrated the fate of man,
For surely they were the fallen ones;
They whom devoured knowledge without hesitation;
The Thralls of WarWe keep drudgin' through the moist laden junglesMore Like This
Hearin' all them voices around us,
The fleetin' apparitions hardly an aberration ta anyone anymore.
Still, won't speak up myself, won't never break the silence:
Not fer this, not fer the tricks a that blue mist
Pertenden' it's leadin' me to that bluer heaven;
Hell's demons'll find ya that way, wouldn't never jaw if given the choice.
Plus, I don' wanna interrupt the fuckin' forced funeral percession.
We were all huddled around that tiny tube box
An' not a single one had a care in the world,
A Portrait of AtlasHe had not heard --More Like This
of the buffaloes whose quiet lowing
has muted the triumphant raven's crowing,
as they, beast and bird, have run towards the sinking sun;
and of the wild woman, who knows
the earth as her own, following fable, bows
to the sea from her place on the sky-crowned mountains --
he has not heard of earth,
for his vision has been clouded by sky.
But he has heard --
of the waxing moon's wells and water,
which runs down as rain to the sky, to falter,
as they are caught in the sky's mosaic of smoke and cloud;
and of the wild, wild man, who roams
the earth as a dream and sits by the sea foams,
waiting for a star to fall out of the ocean and walk the heavens --
and he has heard of that sky.
And he has heard his daughters sing --
of the light of the dragon scales of sunset
that flicker when evening falls over the west,
as an eye of storm holds vigil, and an eye of sea that sleeps;
of apples golden and green that hold their eyes
and hold their hopes and dreams in wintry jade vines,
A Step Too FarA Step Too Far.More Like This
She just couldn't take it anymore.
She threw her purse and her child's lunch box on to the floor
Of the fourth storey of the local car parking complex.
The lord only knows what will possibly happen next.
She begins tugging on her hair furiously in agitation.
Talking to herself having an in depth conversation.
Pacing up and down and aggressively talking in tongues.
Labelling herself as an unfit lover and mother to her husband and son.
Tears begin to cascade from her face violently.
She didn't tell her husband about her woes instead she chose to silently
Keep it to herself and let it eat her up inside.
But eventually she ran out of places to hide.
Her phone begins to ring but she chose to ignore it.
A picture of her husband and son appears but she wishes she never saw it.
A small crowd begins to formulate beneath her.
Familiar voices shouting and screaming trying to keep her
From edging any closer to the edge.
But her toes continued to embrace the unstable ledge.
Guardian Angel Chronicles, Chapter 9Chapter 9More Like This
Birth of an Angel...
After the chat with Ephraim About Maria I decided to go for a walk. All by myself. I guess that Maria and Joshua were still exploring the city while I was thinking about my stuff. But, the fact that Maria lived once, intrigued me.
I never imagined that she was a girl Just like Sarah Like Ellie
I wanted to know the truth
(The night fell, and Jeff was returning home)
Jeff: (Enters, thoughtful, with hands in his pants bags)
Maria: (Sitting in the sofa, notices that Jeff is getting in) Jeff.
Jeff: (Stops and looks at Maria) Maria
Maria: (Looks down)
Jeff: (Walks and sits next to her) Hey What`s the matter?
Jeff: Is all about my conversation with Eph?
Jeff: So, why are you troubled?
Maria: I have the feeling that I don`t know
Maria: I don`t know About what were you talking ab
Be-you-tiful.Beautiful isn't a flat stomach.More Like This
It's actually far from that.
You see, some people may call
People beautiful from what
They see on the outside.
I, on the other hand, see
The inner beauty.
& When there's inner beauty,
You seem even more beautiful
No need to starve
Or purge your food.
Or take any pills.
You're already beautiful.
Outer beauty comes from
Confidence is key.
We're all beautiful.
Fall OutI am the recipeMore Like This
Of every mans envy
So any woman could have me
Yet I choose to abide
To stand by your side
Fingers bleed while I just try piecing it up
Fixing this love is like touching broken glass
I can't even bring myself to give you a hug
So why do I try when I know we'll never last
UntitledYou giveMore Like This
me this strength
the Ice Queen -
me the courage
all opposition -
I can break
you heal -
Gain your own
on the otherside
of this year -
for you -
Stage FrightMy heart is pounding so hard I can't breatheMore Like This
The audience claps loudly
I know it's my turn next
I start to feel like I'm going to faint
I start to hope I will
My hands are shaking so hard...will I be able to play?
I sit down on the bench. I still can't breathe
Everyone is staring at me
What if I mess up?
I think I'll die if I do
I want to run away
I try to beat my fear
I picture everyone in their underwear but the image is shaking worse than my hands
I want to die right now
I began to play
I miss a note and my heart misses a beat
I miss another one
What if I forget my song?
I forget what comes next
I play the same line again then my fingers remember what my blank mind doesn't
The song goes on, even though I miss another note
I finish, shaking all over
Will I be able to stand up?
I forget to bow, but my face is burning and I run down the steps to my seat
My hands shake for days afterwords, but I did it.
I try to forget I'll have to do it all again next recital at Christmas
BrokenAngelMore Like This
I see you
on the ground
in the air
every color -
to glue and
tape them back
I watch your
to the sun
who is this girlWho is this girlMore Like This
She's got my face
leaves a group without a trace
Who is this girl
With a voice that sounds the same
but only agrees
Why does she frown to the public eye
and hides who she is
like a solo spy
I don't like this girl
but what has she done to me
I am this girl
But she's not free