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Friday, June 4, 2010

Chapter 7: Wasteland Forsaken - "Arrival"


Rise up my child, from within I summon...
To do the bidding, this will of mine...
Give in at last, waste not any moment...
Take heed of my voice, you'd better fall in line.

Rise up my child, let go some more ...
Forfeit any feedom, you are mine alone...
Feel my embrace, you know you longed for...
Unleash all fears, man carved into stone.

Rise up my child, all hope is lost...
Force the hand, suffer will your soul...
Shed all hope & faith, bear the cost...
Only then will you love, to play your role.

Rise up my child, your rebirth I shall reap...
Let the forces of mephistopheles, feed your hunger...
Bring me innocents, whose souls for keeps...
Blood sweet & pure, so go & do not linger.

Gather me life to feed my hunger...


Chapter 7: Wasteland Forsaken - Interlude


THE SCORPION & THE FROG

Sat on a Lilipad during a Spring's day, was a frog.
She sat there admiring the river's flow which was calm & gentle.
Her thoughts were few as the day seemed to offer very little concerns worth thinking about.

Hopping in the waters for a cool swim, she dreamt of finding a mate to share her remaining seasons with.
The joy her dozens of children will bring her & the family surrounding often wished for.
Getting onto the banks, she thought of what lunch might consist of for the day.

Just then, a scorpion crept behind her... tail raised with sting at the ready... it's eyes fierce & menacing... a threat to creatures big & small alike.
The little frog gasped in fear at the surprise which she had not hoped to face on such a day.

Shivers ran cold through her body as she mentally prepared herself for the inevitable...

"I need your help little frog."
said the scorpion.
"I need you to help me cross this river so I may get to the other side..."

The poor frog still shaking replied,
 " Why should I? You could very well kill me when the deed is done... I fear however,  a similar fate awaits me if I should deny you aid."

The scorpion stepped forward, pincers closer now to the frightened frog...
"Such judgement on a stranger just met, why the assumption?"

"Oh scorpion, though our paths have never crossed... tales of deceit about you have reached the farthest regions in there forests.
Helpless lives lost for believing your words..."
answered the frog.

"Do not worry, I will not kill you. All I ask is for your assistance... Help me & you shall be rewarded the breath of another day."
said the scorpion.

"How sure am I that trust can be invested to such a villain?
There is no certainty for me... Then again, dare you worry?
For I may very well dive under while crossing with you & leave you to sink to the bottom."
caution brought forward by the little frog's dilemma.

"I know you will not allow me to succumb to such a fate.
Your eyes speak louder than your words.... You are kind & innocent by creation... actions of that sort do not suit your abilities."
 said the scorpion, confident of his safety in the hands of the frog.
"I will not harm you... just help me. Please..."

After sometime to contemplate for a decision filled with uncertainties... the little frog agreed, having faith in this foe to not smite her.

So the scorpion climbed onto the back of the frog as she wadded into the river...
All seemed well, they were half way across with the frog now fully assured of her life spared.

Suddenly, a deep pinch is felt as the scorpion plunged it's venom soaked sting into the frog's back.
Poison rushed through the veins... killing her ever so quickly....
"You fool! You've doomed us both!"

With a snicker the scorpion answered...
 "It's in my nature..."
the last words the dying little frog heard before her last breathe taken.

Chapter 7: Wasteland Forsaken - "Endless End"

"Falling... falling... falling... Down the abyss, I see only nothing...

Soft spot distinguished... Position for chance... Advantage for the companion...

Thoughts racing... Mind collapsing... Intensity increasing...

Deceived I have been... An unavailing opinion...

Arm reaching out... To grab hold of something... Anything...

Pleas denied... Nay to skirt my position...

Legs worthless... No ground to yield... A prayer, I am reciting...

A hope for an end... Unfazed of the choices... Only for conclusion...

Voice of soul... Speak to let go... I am leaving...

Body takes ear... Heart slows down... My solution..."






Thursday, June 3, 2010

Chapter 7: Wasteland Forsaken - "Abandoned"

Music fills the air as the night provides canopy, faces of many unknown & only a few recognised congregate to shed the binds of reality in exchange for but a few hours of self inflicted amnesia.

An Amnesia from responsibilities.

Tables flourish with glasses empty, ice melting & bottles of sweet poison meant to weaken the conscience... To incapacitate our well beings... till all that remains is a momentary decay of the mind, prone to gullibility & knavery.

Malice forced on by a hand unseen?
Doubtful.

As the concoctions of drink diminish... I feel myself slowing down... mind & body.... Reactions seem slower... articulacy forfeited... visions in blur... birthed from fetid juices gurggling within.

Darkness closes its shades upon me... as I stumble to keep sane, what's left of my consciousness... No good.

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Suddenly, I awake... the crowds have scattered... probably destined for the comforts of bed & bath. A look around & without a doubt... I am alone. Relatively for quite a while now... My mind races to start-up... like a 15 year old car sitting under Winter's Wrath overnight...

Ouch!...
Better take it slow... the night still has some kicks left for me...

It takes time for thoughts to compose themselves into something viable... scattered pieces of anything, all forming into something... A memory.

A memory of not starting the night unaccompanied. If that were the case.. Where then are my comrades? Have they fallen faithed to similar consequences?

No... another memory shares its tale. It is one that sends a chill down the spine... Actions implemented... decisions discussed... & worst of all... a betryal given life...

Choices were made... may the bane flow strong & deep... may confessions arise... may there be....

... A maybe...

Chapter 7: Wasteland Forsaken - Introduction


Drops of perspiration... lingering on the borders of my face. I look up and see the culprit. It seems to be in a worse mood today... In fact, its been that way for as long as i can remember. A forecast of scorching heat & rapid dehydration. May pity befall the many heathens brave enough to venture under it's glare... or perhaps just one, foolish enough to wander off away.

The lands around me are dry... cracks in the earth are the wounds & scars made by the enemy whom now, determined to cut me down for a decision made on deliberate spontaneity.

Memories of the now forsaken plains point to a once lush portrait that spread far & wide. Creations of Mother Nature, both in the ground as well as on it, were like a plague that marked the territories with life, beauty & tranquility...

The gift bestowed to man, turned to dust & ash... now blowing with the winds... carried nowhere but everywhere... an eternal reminder to humanity of what once upon a time was.

A halt in steps to wipe away the drops from my face. Hand on the forehead... A Futile attempt to shield myself from the rays. But it is not without another purpose, I try to look as far across as my eyes will let me in hopes for signs of salvation... as a matter of fact, I'd be content with just a sign.

Nothing. All directions lead to nothing but a continuous tour of endless mental torment & physical suffering...
Uncapping the bottle which held my last remnants for sustainance, careful not to spill even a drop... a drink is taken from it. Enough to wet the lips & trick the mind in thinking the body is still capable of carrying on.

With a breath of hot, sand filled air... The journey goes on once more.

Maybe I should reconsider my pauses as they seem to keep me out here longer... But will it really make any difference? Child-like fantasies falsify the truth. That's what it is.

With each step laid upon the ground once remembered differently... determined to reach any destination... I distract myself by thinking back to better times.....

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Thursday, January 21, 2010

Chapter 6: The Challenge


Dare we admit that which haunts us at every wake & slumber...

Dare we look ourselves in the mirror & meet head on, the image of our true selves...

Dare we speak the words not spoken, to what our mind yearns to say...


Dare we truly get into character, a person ripped of any masks...

Dare we tear down walls, slay inner demons & embrace what lies within our nature...

Dare we raise a finger to pick away the rust, gathered through time...


Dare we walk away from the path taken to another of change...

Dare we search for our identity forgotten but not lost...

Dare we breathe a breath of relief of the efforts made, satisfied with the try...


Dare we open our eyes to denial, & face the reality of life...

Dare we turn emotions of envy, into actions of worth...

Dare we shun away from lust, rather than succumb to its call...


Dare we drink from the cup of humility, & not of pride...

Dare we move to create opportunities, it hopes of sloth benign...

Dare we fill our hearts with content, never to hunger for greed...


Dare we lift our heads high from failure forcing it low, than face the grounds of despair...

Dare we live before dying, rather than dying while living...

Dare we understand love, not for love to understand us...


Dare we mend the wounds of falls, rather than wrap them in cloths of ignorance...

Dare we yes, when others say no...

Dare we believe the impossibles, as solutions yet to be found...


Dare we jump into uncertainty, only knowing of the reason for the leap...


Dare we dare...?