23/07/22

The curse of the comedian is to bring laughter to people while sinking in to depression after the show. Their reality is solitude.

Into The Flesh – Day 01

“Cast your mind back to times more innocent and allow retrospect to tell the tale.

Start with the location, set the scene, paint a mental picture for those trying to understand the thought process.’

‘Was it night?’

‘Yes, yes it was.’

‘A city, a town, a village, the wilderness?’

‘A village. A village large enough to support several stores.’

‘Where about in this village does the action take place?’

‘A park. A park with a small campsite and a lake.’

‘Now, let us look in to the acts. Why were you at this park? What happened when you were there? What was the outcome?’

‘I was camping with friends’

‘For the sake of it?’

‘No, there was going to be a music concert.’

‘What kind of music?’

‘It was a cover band, they did rock tunes mainly.’

‘You like rock music?’

‘Yeah, that’s my scene, still is.’

‘Did anything happen other than listening to music at this concert?’

‘Yeah, there was nearly a fight that one of the guys I was with got me involved in and I met a girl.’

‘How did this fight start?’

‘There was some pushing and shoving going on during one of the more lively songs, it’s part of the fun during rock concerts but one of the locals got upset with me banging in to him repetitively and a fight nearly broke out.’

‘What role did the guy you were with have in this?’

‘Well. he was the one who kept pushing me in to the same guy.’

‘On purpose?’

‘Yeah, he admitted as much later.’

‘Did you consider this guy to be a friend at the time?’

‘I suppose I did, he was one of the crew.’

‘What was the crew made up of exactly?

‘Oh, just a bunch of lads who somehow fell in together. I suppose broken homes and poverty became our bond.’

‘You were poor?’

‘Yeah.’

‘How did that effect you?’

‘It was frustrating but I usually found a way to get some cash one way or another.?

‘Legally?’

‘Not always.’

‘Care to elaborate?’

‘Nope’

‘Okay, you mentioned a girl from that night. What was her name? How did the encounter come about?’

‘Her name was Tsira if I remember correctly. I met her just after the altercation.’

‘How exactly?’

‘The guy who was pushing me in to the other guy knew her and she knew the guy he was pushing me in to.’

‘So the near fight and you meeting this girl were connected?’

‘Yeah. It’s a bit hazy now but the two were connected in some way. I can’t really remember how. I just recall sitting on a bench with her talking with the crowd in front of us and the band in front of the crowd. That was her idea of somewhere a bit more quiet.’

‘Did anything become of this relationship?’

‘we were boyfriend, girlfriend for a bit, met a few times, had sex once and that was about it.’

‘You had sex the once and then split up?’

‘No, not immediately, it seemed to drag on for a bit after with no real connection. By the time she said that she wanted to move on, I already had.’

‘You found someone else?’

‘No, I just didn’t feel involved and didn’t want to be. I had been paying lip service to her whims from the start although I didn’t realise it at the time.’

‘You felt that she was trying to control you?’

‘No, it is more the pattern. She wanted to date me, then she wanted to have sex then she wanted to move on. She was the first in several in that respect. It’s the pattern that bugs me not the person. I couldn’t even put a face to her now.’

‘Well I think we are getting somewhere. Let us talk some more tomorrow.”

Little Devil

Her eyes

A glance from the void

A taste of infinity

Hypnotically deep

Holding within

A hint of divination

A memory to keep

Within the hidden arenas

Of the subconscious

The Disciple

Within the Sin Bowl

Our misgivings burn

And the karmic dust

Will settle in turn

And from these ashes

A promise is made

That never again

Shall we be swayed

From the path we know

As just and right

For we are the flame

In the cold silent night

Pawn

A melancholic gaze

Caught in a cold embrace

And a face, so close

But just not close enough

There is beauty in this sadness

As this is how you feel

And it is real

When the warmth is not

A Fool’s Moon

Overused and so often confused with varying emotions, love is both elusive and a certitude. You will know if it is in your life without question. It is a sacred bond beyond the realms of cult and its religious dictate. A bond that few will experience and thus the masses will use the word to describe their euphoria, desire, lust, longing and hurt. Demonstrating in the process the absence of love in their lives.

The Guardian Of Secrets

“From association to derivation to the spark of life granting creation, you were born and have the time to dwell. So swallow the pill and join me in Hell. Where you are blinded by faith and I am blinded by fury and our love refuses to let us see. That there is no future for you and me. You are life and I am death and if we sealed the deal with a kiss then I would forever be bereft.
So I feel you from a distance. Just out of touch. For my touch is reserved for those who have nothing left.”

Love For The Lost

Broken little boy
I don’t know how to fix you
But I can make you
A better man

I understand
The hardship
The strife
The misgivings
All too human
That darken our lives

I can’t give you joy
I’ll just soften the blows
And replace the fist
With a hand
As this world can be forbidding
And life so unforgiving
I’ll forge that little boy
Into a man

Harlequin WIP

“Is that a light at the end of the tunnel?” He inquired

“No!” Replied the Jester, “You are just being born.”

The Fool

Do what you’re told

And learn all the codes

Assimilate

Regurgitate

And worship the old

Ways of escape

Will come with age

Overcoming

Becoming

A fighter and sage

Left by the wayside

To fend for yourself

Where bloodshed

And mind games

Bring power and wealth

You went off the path

Left love behind

For vengeance?

For Justice?

Or for the healing of time?