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THE BEGINING OF THE END: A RECORD OF DISASTER AND A HYMN FOR HOPE

Dear, Readers

To  put it all together, I have finished the serial story I had been working on, desiring to combine it all in one post, it is a fictonal representation of ‘THE END OF THE WORLD’ as we know it, Winston being the protagonist of this perilous tale, scrapping for hope in a world full of hopelessness.

ENJOY!

 

 

THE BEGINNING OF THE END: 2044 ENTRIES

Nobody had known how the world had begun, but now they all had faced the end, where all had faded, the cities lost their  name and turned into anarchy, the sun had lost its shine, and  people died of hunger , they transformed into animals , with a lifeless hard look struck between their eyes , their only desire was to survive . Jacob and I were staring out the window, looking for a safe moment to flee, as we had confined our life within this hut, with only 2 slices of bread left to gobble , we had been stranded on this unknown land, in an unknown space, with mum and dad nowhere to be seen, our only goal is to spare our lives for enough time , enough time to leave the land, leave the misery, leave the terror behind .  Without any time to preserve, we landed our feet on the ground and flashed towards the doorway, where we ran till our lungs were left with no breath, we stopped at a scene which was sure to be remembered by our pupils, stubbing our feet on the mud , we saw a stream of colorless water , trashed on all ends , it had been totally abolished by our revolts , this can also show how disgusting humanity can be , there is no end …. ,  SUDDENLY Our breath took a break as our vision was faded , our throats were clenched by a mysterious being , dragging us to torchure or even death… maybe this is the end ….

 

 We opened our eyes curiously, to peek out where we had ended, maybe we were in heaven, or maybe hell? , as our noses were interrupted by a tingling smell, and our eyes were struck, when they found our hands wrapped up  in cloth sticking up to a chair, we had in attempt a thought to escape, where we pushed our chairs towards the side reaching for the door, letting our foot struggle, to twist the knob open,  but a terrifying utter of sound infected our plot, repeating ‘ What are you doing?’ , our faces froze , being upon the presence of a tall shadow, with his face materializing off of the dark sky filled inside the room and  as he continued his talk, I had spotted a knife laying there , right  in front of me , and the dark color of the room had acted as a camouflage for my presence, keeping that in mind I hopped on my chair, forcing me towards the table , and I opened my mouth, clenching the knife with my teeth , applying a brink of its sharp side on the cloth passing my waist and attaching my hand to my body,  as it disembarked and fell on the ground , I had gotten up from the surface of my chair , as the shadow had been provoked , it ran towards me, as I threatened him with my knife , he stepped back , giving me time to unbind Jacob , and after that , I had grabbed Jacob’s shivering hand , and ran towards the door, with my feet crushing the pebbles which  slept on the steep road , letting my stance tremble , I dropped my knife , but continued , as I encountered a shadow sprinting like the devil , towards mine , I closed my eyes , hoped for the best , as my right hand loosened it’s wieght and felt cold, I glanced back , and Jacob was gone being dragged by the shadow that was unknown to me , as my brother rolled along the street , with his eyes screeching in pain , and I lost everything in his pain..

 

 

I pampered my breath , as I saw my only sibling disappear Into the darkness that was fed t the world  , dragged on by a shadow from a n unknown nightmare as I forced my feet towards the vision that had been lost in my eye , I fell , fell with no hope to live , but God had just so desired otherwise. I woke up in a shed , shed made from sticks and straw , as a figure stood beside me , and I didn’t hope anything good from him as he mumbled ” you are lucky to escape , and lucky that the Axe did not catch you” , I was puzzled by his statement , and replied ” who are the “axe” ” , he fumbled but sure did tell me , groaning with fear ” they are the people who made this city like this , they are capitalists that do not fear anybody ” , I encountered ” then why do they want my brother?” , he was flummoxed and terrified too , ” you’re brother? He has no chance to escape , the Axe don’t value your sibling , they capture you for slaves and to increase their ” illegal” cooperation, they want to conquer Britain in whole , to gain power and to destroy monarchy” , I was still coping up with the plot , just with the simple mission to free my brother, but as he continued, I interrupted his talk ” who are you ” , as he angrily spat out his identity with the ignorance I had applied to his earlier statement ” We are insects , rogues to be exact , men who can never be caught , and are planning to overcast the Axe with our cooperation ” , as I saw other shadows reflecting from the back , I had assumed to have gained a ” mysterious” acquaintance  but just maybe for the best.

shadows appeared from the back of his shadow, as he continued ” This is our corporation, there  are more scouting outside’, I interrupted his sentence with nervousness boiling at peak ‘ How exactly are you going to stop the Axe, and how will you save my brother , that  is the only thing I care about’ , he grinned and replied ‘ I said there are more and without doubt the three of us cannot stop the Axe, we are spread around the city and the world, as for your brother, he won’t be living’, I was provoked as I grabbed  and torn off collar , and furiously groaned ‘ I’m coming with you ‘ , but at that point, I knew I had no choice , and If I let my ego take care of this, I will probably die of death and added regret of letting go my brother’s life , so I attempted to add in a ‘please’ , as I let my lips make a little movement, as my voice struck back to one shadow, which stepped forward and made his statement ‘ Eugene , his eyes meet his talk , there is no way he can handle the cold sky and not even stand against the axe we shall help him , and he shall help us, this is war, and freeing his brother will cause a revolt and that..’ ‘Enough Celio! we will head there but first we shall familiarize him on  the mission we attempt to resolve ‘, and right then after  ‘Eugene’ had finished his conversation, another shadow picked up its pace, stepped forward smiled, ‘ Eugene you sure give a heart, and for the first time so far’ ,  Eugene interpreted his ‘perspective’ ‘Shut up , or I will cast you far away from this camp!’ , Celio had ignored the talk and begun with familiarizing me about, how I shall keep living, and how I will gain back the company of my sibling , ‘ Dear Old Boy, if you want to live, you listen to us , why? , because we are the  only living mass you shall find here, and the first rule we imply is to be armed , take this knife , and don’t use it until everything is gone and all goes wrong , as these ‘weapons’ are just for show , they grow fear within the enemy , spook the evil , but if we use that fear to crush somebody’s soul, we are evil not them, we are our own enemy, we will invade the Baker’s Prison to get back your brother, and gain reign over a piece of land, are You willing To survive?’ With no choice, I reply ‘Yes’, as my ear is struck with sounds of gunshots, with fear  bubbling inside my tummy

Gunshots blistered from the sky as Celio shouted ” Lower the defenses , they are here!” My skin had been textured as smooth and white as milk , with a particularly unfamiliar feeling , a feeling of anxiety , as it rolled my fingers into a fist shaking , but blinded by hope. Though when everybody had shriveled with terror , Eugene roared but with a calm face ” We are permitted to climb the walls from the back  and escape , as for now we shall cower , and for later meet their forces , so arm yourselves and let yourselves to escape , I will be right behind you” I obeyed his statements and headed to the wall with the knife I was given clenched within my reaches, as Celio guided me and assisted me to escape , we had all layed our feet on the red sand that there was as Eugene limped up the boundary wall , and landed , as we had lead our camp to be obstructed but had our breaths left for survival. Eugene headed towards a shack , which had indeed a useful item: a bright blue four wheeler, from there on I had always known for my company to be always organized , even in the moment of peril .as Celio climbed up , with Dan , the third companion who let me climb up to the backseat  , Eugene drove the wheel , with prepping us on the event ” we will sneak in through climbing up the wall , blinding the enemy , remember to let eyes be open and more then they ever were “. We reached the point where my brother had been entrapped, there were humongous walls surrounding the cells , which my eyes had no access to , but there were sure many men standing up on guard , but suddenly one had been provoked , sighting our wheeler , with one bullet left by his shot , heading towards us, ad we hoped for our lives to be spared.

Fear lured deep inside my soul, i had   no idea of where my brother was , as my eyes deceived me and poured me into the world that went beyond my imagination. Where  there were resembled all the feelings I had , all the fears I had , the doubts , and the assumptions , as I was summoned into a box made of glass.A one that stretched its posture and spread through the blue carpeting that was blissfully bestowed on the ground , suddenly the box had reflected my shadows , there were different tempers and different heights of my personality , represented on each side , I was encountering  a doubtful expression ,  shivering through its stature, it had words written down it’s face , one had been fonted hugely through the entity , calling ‘ FEARFUL’ , which resembled me the best , as i was entrapped , and suffocated , during this event that followed by predicted crisis , I no longer knew what expect from ‘god’ and where he would take me , I   am unsure of Jacob’s life , with no feeling of his presence , I am doubtful of what the hoard of rogues I tagged up with will bring to me , What celio expects of me , these aromas of my mind had aroused , out of unexpectance too. Suddenly the box slided that side of glass , letting me encounter , an other side of me, a side that twinkled with anger , anger that brought up questions screaming out why I was left here , why I am alive , and why did I fail to protect my brother…. tears rolled down my trembling pupils . It happened again , another expression filled up , an expression that represented hope , hope of my survival , hope of reuniting my family again , that hope , was the singular object that let me breathe again, Suddenly I appeared back into my life , when the bullet transacted by a soldier’s gun hit the winshield of our car , when it trembled , but still , there was a change in my expression , a feeling of consistence had willingly struck a shard in my heart , that SHARD screamed , screamed to convince me , negotiate a deal , demanding me to fight , fight till the world stops it’s ignorance to peace , and becomes better place to breathe.

I uncovered a mere part of a vision to my eyes, as I had appeared to be in a quite abnormal stature, trapped in a glass box, probably to be exterminated, with several other entities scattered around in glass containers as if they were fish, were they? They were. Caught by capitalist demons, the fishers. They were taken from thier sea of freedom,  from their grip, their hope had melted like butter, it’s  soothing taste was no longer present within the hearts of the innocent. The same had occurred to me, my heart struck eternal emptiness, it lost it’s beat, all I had left now was the orders given to me by those devilish fishers, the world had anyway ended, my brother had ended, I couldn’t spot him within this combustion of hopeless fish.Now, hope seemed to me like delusion, it made me fly, it was useless. In a sudden shock I spotted several recruits smashing everybody out of those refrigerators, everybody, lost, faded.

Life seemed like shallow waters to me, these recruits took me to a room, dressed me in armor, coated with black, as I screamed, screamed bringing remembrance of those who lost their lives the day I was luckily spared of mine. Celio, and the others. They thrashed me down to earth, handed me a pistol, handed me a knife, with what I could have rebelled against them, but they knew I wouldn’t, I had lost everything. But better was fighting than was sobbing I said to myself, fighting for the ones that are left, fighting not for the hopeless masses, not for the rich, not for the filthy, but for the whole race and it’s survival, I knew the Black Axe had a cunning plan, or else they wouldn’t plan to recruit thousands and spend millions on the making of nuclear weaponry. I too was now grasped into their  trap, I had become what Jacob wouldn’t have dared to love. These thoughts roamed the sky that existed within my mind, but fearlessly  I embraced this consequence, I embraced the end, for I knew what was to come, my fingers wrapped around the gun, the other hand saluted, saluted not for these demons, even though they were the ones who would gain survival, it saluted for humanity. We were given orders of a scout, a scout for more men, for escaped prisoners, we were all shoved into a cart, a jeep, where it’s wheels  rattled and rolled upon the wasted land, pushing the jeep, as I glared into other’s eyes, one seemed hopeless like me and one had something in his hand, no matter how foolish it may sound in my entry, it was…. It was a cross. Yes, a cross, crafted authentically, he kissed it, seemingly wrapped in bliss, even though he had suffered terribly, he believed in something that wasn’t even sure of existence! was going to counter him but something struck me, even though he lost everything, he didn’t lose the company of god, of religion, of ‘eternal’ hope. As the recruit screamed ‘ Come on, maggots! There’s the camp!’ I looked to the man bearing the cross, and said ‘ This is hope for you, isn’t it, this is the only thing you have left’ and he replied ‘ Yes, I will die for these demons, but I will fight for god, you should the same, winston’. As we grinned at each other, a glimmer of hope seemed to embrace me, he was right, but I still was lonely, as he wasn’t beside me. I stormed towards the rebels, remembering the sight of those I once fought with, but this was what destiny desired, I whispered to the rebels ‘ It’s not bad, This is whats left, join us, join us’. Some were wise, some listened, some rebelled, on whom I pulled the trigger.

I was rewarded for my heroism on the battlefield, I was rewarded a position in thier ‘elite’ army, my existence was rewarded, I was no longer a captive. Months had passed since my grieving, the priest granted me hope, but may have been slaughtered and hopefully given to god. Now the plan I knew. The black axe formulated a ‘ship’ which can easily drift as such as a rocket, to inhabit a planet, that’s why they slaved, they killed, for the survival of their own race, I knew now, it was a cruel world. Survival is the only motive now for man, that I also knew. I had survived, escaped from this world of horror, I was free! But still bathed in sorrow, for he lured inside my grudged soul, why couldn’t I find him, I wondered. Now the end had ended, I was intending to dismiss this ‘journal routine’, then a miracle happened. The sirens screeched and echoed through the hallways, I stormed to execute the traitors who were possibly wandering for the collection of information, rather a wise choice. I gripped my revolver, with fingers hugging the trigger, as  I fearlessly aimed the weapon towards the enemy, obeying my eternal duty, with seconds seperating me from pulling that trigger, as something struck me. Is it him? I wondered, were my hopes more than just meaningless dreams? was he alive all this time I greifed?Yes he was. it was him. There he stood, the blue eyes, those frail hands, he may have been small but fiery, my brother. as he came as an enemy, to revolt against the black axe, picturizing my death, but at the end our existence wasnt erased. I jumped into his vision, as brothers had been reunited unexpectedly from the mouth of disaster. We once again  embraced,   as The soldiers stormed, aiming at him,  I protected him, grinning. the general came into our meet,    he was indeed the mighty soldier Priest I had met months ago, he smiled, gave us our moment, for him, I have to thank now, my brother was saved from the claws of death. The others had to be killed. This was the bitter  truth. But as I hugged my companion, I wondered, maybe, just maybe the world wasn’t hopeless. Sure, my family had been torn, sure the end came with fearful might, sure hundreds were slaved and millions had died, but as the priest told me, ‘Winston, they had lost something that might have spared them thier life, they had lost will. The will to survive, the will to dig their head off from dirt, from ruin’.

So, the world met it’s end, the end met it’s end, but for us, this was the beginning, the beginning of redemption, the begining of survival, for us this was the announcement of a new life.

—–  Admiral Winston Nadrav, Project united.

……………TO BE CONTINUED………………………………..

A GLIMMER OF HOPE: THE SOLDIER PRIEST: THE BEGINNING OF THE END; PART 8: THE ENDING

Dear, Readers

I rested in silence for quite a while, but finally end the tale of ‘The Beginning of the end’ be sure to read the other 6 parts written before, for I  have attempted to prove hope is found in the most hopeless situations, in the most hopeless ways. I hope you enjoy! I also do oath to write every day, may it be a few words, for this for me is a way of life.

———- ENJOY———

 

 

 

I uncovered a mere part of a vision to my eyes, as I had appeared to be in a quite abnormal stature, trapped in a glass box, probably to be exterminated, with several other entities scattered around in glass containers as if they were fish, were they? They were. Caught by capitalist demons, the fishers. They were taken from thier sea of freedom,  from their grip, their hope had melted like butter, it’s  soothing taste was no longer present within the hearts of the innocent. The same had occurred to me, my heart struck eternal emptiness, it lost it’s beat, all I had left now was the orders given to me by those devilish fishers, the world had anyway ended, my brother had ended, I couldn’t spot him within this combustion of hopeless fish.Now, hope seemed to me like delusion, it made me fly, it was useless. In a sudden shock I spotted several recruits smashing everybody out of those refrigerators, everybody, lost, faded.

Life seemed like shallow waters to me, these recruits took me to a room, dressed me in armor, coated with black, as I screamed, screamed bringing remembrance of those who lost their lives the day I was luckily spared of mine. Celio, and the others. They thrashed me down to earth, handed me a pistol, handed me a knife, with what I could have rebelled against them, but they knew I wouldn’t, I had lost everything. But better was fighting than was sobbing I said to myself, fighting for the ones that are left, fighting not for the hopeless masses, not for the rich, not for the filthy, but for the whole race and it’s survival, I knew the Black Axe had a cunning plan, or else they wouldn’t plan to recruit thousands and spend millions on the making of nuclear weaponry. I too was now grasped into their fishing trap, I had become what Garrison wouldn’t have dared to love. These thoughts roamed the sky that existed within my mind, but fearlessly  I embraced this consequence, I embraced the end, for I knew what was to come, my fingers wrapped around the gun, the other hand saluted, saluted not for these demons, even though they were the ones who would gain survival, it saluted for humanity. We were given orders of a scout, a scout for more men, for escaped prisoners, we were all shoved into a cart, a jeep, where it’s wheels  rattled and rolled upon the wasted land, pushing the jeep, as I glared into other’s eyes, one seemed hopeless like me and one had something in his hand, no matter how foolish it may sound in my entry, it was…. It was a cross. Yes, a cross, crafted authentically, he kissed it, seemingly wrapped in bliss, even though he had suffered terribly, he believed in something that wasn’t even sure of existence! was going to counter him but something struck me, even though he lost everything, he didn’t lose the company of god, of religion, of ‘eternal’ hope. As the recruit screamed ‘ Come on, maggots! There’s the camp!’ I looked to the man bearing the cross, and said ‘ This is hope for you, isn’t it, this is the only thing you have left’ and he replied ‘ Yes, I will die for these demons, but I will fight for god, you should the same, winston’. As we grinned at each other, a glimmer of hope seemed to embrace me, he was right, but I still was lonely, as he wasn’t beside me. I stormed towards the rebels, remembering the sight of those I once fought with, but this was what destiny desired, I whispered to the rebels ‘ It’s not bad, This is whats left, join us, join us’. Some were wise, some listened, some rebelled, on whom I pulled the trigger.

I was rewarded for my heroism on the battlefield, I was rewarded a position in thier ‘elite’ army, my existence was rewarded, I was no longer a captive. Months had passed since my grieving, the priest granted me hope, but may have been slaughtered and hopefully given to god. Now the plan I knew. The black axe formulated a ‘ship’ which can easily drift as such as a rocket, to inhabit a planet, that’s why they slaved, they killed, for the survival of their own race, I knew now, it was a cruel world. Survival is the only motive now for man, that I also knew. I had survived, escaped from this world of horror, I was free! But still bathed in sorrow, for he lured inside my grudged soul, why couldn’t I find him, I wondered. Now the end had ended, I was intending to dismiss this ‘journal routine’, then a miracle happened. The sirens screeched and echoed through the hallways, I stormed to execute the traitors who were possibly wandering for the collection of information, rather a wise choice. It was him. There he stood, the blue eyes, those frail hands, he may have been small but fiery. I jumped into his vision, as brothers had been reunited, unexpectedly. We embraced. The soldiers stormed, they aimed at him,  I grinned. As the general came into our meet,    he was indeed the Soldier Priest I had met months ago, he smiled, gave us our moment, for him, I have to thank now, my brother was saved from the claws of death. The others had to be killed. This was the truth. But as I hugged my companion, I wondered, maybe, just maybe the world wasn’t hopeless. Sure, my family had been torn, sure the end came with fearful might, sure hundreds were slaved and millions had died, but as the priest told me, ‘Winston, they had lost something that might have spared them thier life, they had lost will. The will to survive, the will to dig their head off from dirt, from ruin’.

 

So, the world met it’s end, the end met it’s end, but for us, this was the beginning, the beginning of redemption, the begining of survival, for us this was the announcement of a new life.

—–  Admiral Winston Nadrav, Project united.

 

……………TO BE CONTINUED………………………………..

 

SEE YA!

THE PIT OF ROME: MY PERILS IN THE NEW WORLD: PART 01: PHILOSOPHICAL FICTION TRILOGY

Greetings, Readers

I have failed yet to post upon my blog , but I return with another intriguing but yet  insightful tale, the time during the rennaisance, but yet the story has just taken it’s start, with the second part in progress, I hope I have not fallen from your expectation, enjoy….

Dear,  mother

I have arrived, arrived to a part of the world where everything has an answer and where everything is yet being questioned, yet that is the reason a torn page can travel across the globe! it’s startling!But I still capture rememberance of those free lands, with no distress, with no pressure, but to live we have to earn, this was the cruel truth that came onto my realisation as a mere 20 year old frail man. Though I still traveled some miles off Spain, it still seems different, rather alien. The world has changed, changed into something we did not expect, you shall not know when man will reach the skies, or see what is outside this ‘world’ though I assume we are trapped in a endless void , discoveries still intervene, for the mind of a traveller can’t match a mind of a mathematician, like Coppernicus, but I am glad to not take part in that lot for I heard of how he was treated for his belief, so I take upon the decision to not spray upon curiousity upon everything, for I will come out as a pile of ashes  in bliss, although curiousity has no end. But as I am present in the new world , I am yet struck by the thought of you, the one who raised me into a brave traveller, as I did this for you, and for our family, to drag us out of the peril of finance, for I still am reminded of those days of freedom, where you did not require coins of metal or notes of green to live another day, but today is different and tomorrow will change, and so will the people, the only thing we can hope upon is for time to drag us to  a successful life.

Farewell for now…..

Raymond Perez, Your Son

 

 

 

After applying ink onto my letter , ink to my words , I remembered a glance of my alluring mother with a blank canvas  of a mind, here I sat, letting my mind wander on its own, from the world’s perspective, I think about how us humans have grown, from mindless creatures to scientific and intelligible minds, when we used to be oblivious of our own presence, and now when we think beyond our own breath our own imagination , wait that’s it! IMAGINATION , that’s what makes us different from other beings, from other animals,   and so, as I stood up  from the tiled stairs, I glared along the new world I had been introduced to, with objects that could enable a mere figure to stroll through the entire country, it was the cart, from which I came upon, to the city of innovation, the country of rennaisance, which dragged me towards itself, for I was to earn for my family  for them to live another day , life had begun with it’s struggle. Being a man the pressure had smoked towards my direction, in Spain we were merely earning a penny, as revolutions and revolts had struck like wildfire, it was upon me to roam the far seas to the new world and unexpectedly  I didn’t lose the grasp of my breath, like many great travellers did while their voyage. As I strolled through the stuffed and crowded narrow streets, there were people of many ethnicities bustling through everywhere, around the great structure, known as the ‘Amphitheatre’ as well, the people informing of what torchure occurs inside for the purpose of mere entertainment.

This told me  some humans have power, have might, but that might is misused of, for self benefit, harming the life of others for personal satisfaction, but this philosophy of mine had seemed impotent, and useless, for I was a frail traveller,  just introduced to the traditions of the new dimension,  coming here to earn a few pennies. Strolling through, I spotted figures that were feeble , shriveled and shrinked in despair, struck with fear, walking with chains, giving me remembarence of the cruelty of us men, for we cannot be angels, but we can be devils, for our downfall is always stronger than our uprise and it can be difficult preventing it’s influence. In short notice, I was reminded of the letter I had scribbled onto, dedicated to my mother, which resulted me to boost, through the moaning slaves, through the polished paths, to spot the post office, but I knew not of roman, increasing the quantity of my perils, my legs racing each other in continous motion, finally reaching a pause, fumbling, feeling a heavy pull, into the dark void, with the letter losing it’s significance to my tale, my eyes being shuttered from the vision of reality.

A child’s utopia : CH 1

Dear, Readers

I have yet to reveal to you a work seen from a child’s perspective , with the first chunk of the story unveiling itself to you…… with hope that you will enjoy it, I shall release the second chunk and the ‘plot’ shortly……….. being a work I had been writing through the vacations

 

We were Fathoming alone in an abundant night , with nobody to be seen , we clunched  our bedsheets with this fool of  a feeling called ‘Terror; , just me and my brother while he ended up snoring with delight , I was  in desire of dreams which kept me from darkness , and perhaps that maybe somewhere around in my closet , which was normal like any other with handles and rakish paint on the slick panels of wood too. I was restless , rolling around here and there making a mess out of the poignantly covered bed , I intended just to hold my brother’s hand and fall into deep and delicious sleep , but it seemed otherwise ; as my eyes fell upon that closet , something was streching it’s odor , and this was ENOUGH , I stretched my throat and with  quite  habit , gulping every second , when I opened the doors creaking with a silent creep which roused fear upon my skin ; and there it was , an empty space , but when I leapt forward I was astounded by the presence of an abnormal entity  coated with  a stormy shiver , with a bowtie attached to his clothed neck , and a  quite deformed helmet , with dark tinted glass , on the whole , and followed by the bowtie there seemed a coat , not like any other, it was glittering with gold , with buttons attached to each nook ; of rather ‘alien’ fashion I reckon , and  his legs were covered by  the sewing of a shirt ( here I speak of not the type that woman wore , but of the roman rule , as the entity was masculine from my rough prediction) that skirt was red and striped with white , his skirt was right above his legs , which seemed like ones of a reptile , sturdy  and green , with huge claws sprouting about the sockets of his toe , this yet was the only exposed part of his body , and all I was visible to until I fainted into nothingness ; and woke up in a scenery which seemed metalic , as if  all the walls were dipped into steel , and all I could spot was a entity with the same clothes in a uniform routine, and murmmered with the same accent as me , in the same language , ‘Hello my aqquainted settler , I look to you in a friendly manner , as an abnormal source” I was quite afraid but with that fearless aggression which you shall dive  into a situation of radical strangeness I seemed to reply ‘where am I’ driven into the endless fear of ‘loneliness’ with no clue of where I was or rather where I am going  to be…..

Insults on the existent dimension: pt 1 A SMALL VERSE ON THE MARKET

Dear, Readers

I have formulated  a poetical series which seems to fool around a bit, I suggest you check it out yourself! it’s a verse on the things I detest, and one of them is of course the weary strategy of rocketing up price of things not worthy……

These days we are fooled, these  days we  are deceived, for even a mere  grain of rice is exagerated of it’s price,

it is not the crunch that makes it special, nor the spice, it is the advertisment on the packet that makes us buy that product twice ,

For they are the lions and we are the mice, they chase us for each and every dime, sometimes they leave us in the frame of a mime, who is trapped in invisible misery and the same is for us, for they force us to not buy what we must but buy in to their unwilling trust,

If you wonder on what I ponder about, take a look at yourselves, name one thing that you bought from your desire, not because of that foolish flyer,

 

E m o t I o n 

I look up to the sky , as it fades way, so does my will , I look up to the leaves , as they crumble , so does my strength, 

You say I am worthless, you say I am useless , you say I am weak , and know because of you of regret my life wreaks,

As my tears fall, taken by the wind , they say it is calm , they say it is polite, but they just deceive, as it bullies , bullies me , pushes me, pushes me , uses me for my hope that is weak, beaten down

I desire to stop this, stop this despair , as I pick a knife , it”s sharp edge tears my emotion, brings the treachery into motion,

This life isn’t worthy , this life isn’t beautiful, 

As my soul melts down , down into the river , away from despair, I am freed from the torchure,

It all just seems to be a fragment of deep desire, not of reality, as reality is mere,

Though I am soaked, soaked from your pressure, I seep , not with blood but with tears, I will still fight , I will be staggered by your weak echo, until my life is again here,

I will not die, no matter how much you try to discard me of my ways, 

For if I die , my dreams will squeal , squeal of my dead will , 

These are not words my friend, these are fragments of faith , as they drag me away from wraith,

No matter how foolish I may seem, no matter how fearful, I will stick on to this stream ,

I ponder of something great, for you it seems otherwise, pull me down , beat me down , lean me down,  I may be different , but my soul is not 

Remember,For me this god is a myth, but my will is not.

Who am I ?

Dear , readers

I apologize for the long duration of my dissapearence , I was working on my yet ‘ametuer’ writing, presenting to you this poem as a gift , simple in words but bigger in meaning, as simplicity is the foundation of deeper thinking.

Who am I?, I am the spec of dust that roams the sky, I am the soil that made the earth,

I am rain that sweats from above, I am the true depiction of a dove , I am full of anger, I am full of filth

I am the tyrant that slaughtered thousands, I am the man who embraced millions ,

I am the janitor that cleaned your streets, I am the entity who robbed your houses,

And so are you

I am the god you preach each day and night , I am one , who is admired for his might,

I am the man who achieved great heights , I am the man who pushed humanity to doom,

I am the mere leaf that crumbles in autumn , I am the tree that blossoms,

I am the teacher that influences you, I am the dealer that deceives you , I am everybody ,

And so are you