A Flight for Two

A Flight for Two

I walk steady on the side lines, believe me I’m the right guy, to tell you that it’s quite time, for a brand new age. I will be precise, the atmosphere is real nice, go and take my advice, and hit this stage. Sitting with the high tides your oceans several miles wide, on the beach flying kites, and our eyes engage. And I can’t put my finger on the things you seem to linger on with the telephone ringer on pick up the phone. Calling you at midnight, eyes will be at mid height, looking out in hind sight, take you to my throne, see the pedals drifting, and auroras lifting, clouds will be rifting, power you can hone,

With your eyes on me now I won’t be so lonely

Realize I’m me, in simplicity, and something else

Alone were on an airplane, serving iced champagne, I feel like a champion because I found you. We are riding free lane, headed to a great place, giving up a weekend, just for me and you. I excite the night sky, giving you the right high, just to feel so alright, and our love just grew. I can see the wind blow, lightning bugs a night show, put you in the front row, instead I’m watching you. Give me the best lightning, let me take a right knee, you say it’s exciting, that we see a full moon. Now I take you sky high, despite the fear of tall heights, we can even fly kites, straight from this balloon.

With your eyes on me now I won’t be lonely

Realize I’m me, in simplicity, and something else

Chaos Let Out Over Oceans Of Sympathetic Harmony

Chaos Let Out Over Oceans Of Sympathetic Harmony

In the midst of valleys consumed by my mind;

I embalm the agony, mahogany liquid

With my hollow gaze; yield the absurd line

Like vices with hammers, foundation broken

And the rain falls down, engulfs society’s sickness

Dissolves Mankind’s cyst on its reality

All hope subsides, the deity of faith

Grasping the bulls balls now, a wave of discontent

All things good, numb, now reign falsely

The keeper of the crypt once again unleashes his fiend

And below the sky, a light blue blackens

The clouds circle inward, the soup is now stirred

The war within existence is now overheard

By the angels flying; shedding human down

A paradigm of ascendancy, the supremacy is smitten

From the throne of its dismay and disillusions

And the Earth is stilled; bless the winged swine

Pleased to Eat You

Pleased to eat you

One late afternoon on a warm summers day as I enter my room on the bed there she lay, covered in pedals of roses I’d add, and the lights were as dim as the hue was too sad, but the night was still young and she started to greet, please do come in, stay awhile, take a seat, still I sensed a danger, one thing was awry, it was a full moon but no stars in the sky, I turned and looked down and she remained on the bed, I let down my guard and stood by her instead, she knelt down before me and was sobbing a storm, when I asked her what’s wrong she said it was mourn, for her late husband who with the benefit of the doubt was killed on this day three years ago, about, I said it’s okay, I’ll be here for you, then she stood up, she said that won’t do, you see I’m not the person you think, I’m not just a woman and before I could blink, the lights all went out and I was no longer secure, for she whispered to me in a soft feline purr, I’m human by day but by night I am feared, my husband was first, pleased to eat you, my dear.

A Moment to Remember

A Moment to Remember

It was a nice day. A sunny and calm day of relaxation was all that I needed to recollect my thoughts of my relationship with her. She was the one I believed I would take to my side in a pearl, white dress the day of our wedding. She was beautiful. She was kind—that kind of generosity that could only come from a newlywed future mother of my children. Lastly, she was the one who had the grace of an angel with an aurora of golden rays and a trail of feathers which always seemed to hug her body as she soared across a world of blasphemy that indeed turned into faithfulness as soon as she set foot on it.

It was time for me to finally propose to her but I hesitated. What would a lonely shmuck like me look like if I asked? The question will come in time. At least this time I will make it worth the wait.

I was about to board my boat. My vessel of destiny awaited and was about to leave in twenty minutes. Where was I headed?—fate would decide that and, as far as this contemplated proposal, it was to wait. If things were meant to be than they are to happen soon. It seems that they were cause she was about to board the boat adjacent to mine yet I hadn’t found out where it was going.

She was there leaning on the railing probably pondering the fact that I hadn’t taken my eyes off of her. The minute I looked away to check my cell phone for the time she was gone.

The boat was a streamliner black with a big red stripe that bared the word ENTERPRISE in big capital letters. The ship was crowded but on my level there were only a few people casually talking to each other. I made it a point to not get involved with anyone else’s affairs and I didn’t.

The clear water was calm with a few ripples here and there. There were a few fishermen across the delta but I found it hard to believe that they could catch any fish because of the ships being as loud as they are. There was a patch of fish I noticed by the docks but the fisherman weren’t aware of them.

I turned to look at the blank spot where I had thought she was and she was reappeared at the opposite railing. Her back was turned so I couldn’t see the expression on her face. My chances of asking her at this point were zero to none it seemed. Then she turned and left. I was disappointed. The look on my face could have been compared to the look on a little boy’s face when he had lost his dog for the first time and it was far from the opposite.

I remembered her eyes which were a mahogany brown and her medium, thick, black eyeliner accentuated them. Also, her hair which was also a maple shade of brown similar to her eyes and she had some sort of red highlights. Oh, how much I would give just to know her name.

I turned to look again and there she was. Our eyes met each other like the sunset meets the ocean and I waved. She returned the favor and added a blown kiss. The familiarity heightened and I was getting a case of Déjà vu. She yelled across the sky. Her words like stars glimmering in the sunset.

“How are you?” She asked.

“I’m doing pretty well” I answered.

She then exclaimed to call her some time but I replied that I haven’t had her number let alone her name. she then said that I do and that we’ve known each other longer than I realized. I knew that we hadn’t met before this so what was she talking about? I had to have her name before my boat left so I asked.

“Don’t worry you know how to find out just look into your heart.” She waived me goodbye and her boat started to depart. The fog horn let loose and my boat also began to set sail.

“Wait for me if you will,” I answered.

She said “I will” and I reached out to meet her hand on the other boat but it was too long of a gap. We both reached out and the fog horn let loose once more.

I opened my eyes and I was lying in my bed. I looked at the time, turned off my alarm and realized was time for church. I better start to get ready. And I did.

THE DIFFERENCE

The Difference

Kurt was a peace-maker and a good one at that. He was a simple man. His only motive to win was to acquire money for his wife’s funeral bill, just sitting there alone in obligation. The way he hustled his money was undoubtedly his most ashamed skill, aside from his hidden fascination to the game of billiards itself. If you were to play him on first meeting him, you would most definitely become the victor. However, there is one catch. Kurt himself was all too good to just play one game with you. He would badger you and heckle you until you gave in to him. He even threatened someone with a knife a year or two back just for attempting to walk away from a second game. One thing this man never parts with is his blade. Sherry, he calls it, would be hidden in his sock under his pant-leg at all occasions. He would ask you one simple question if you tried to walk away: Would you at least like to face my wife in a game? Of course we all know that his wife died in a car accident a while back, so you definitely do not want to meet his wife at this point, if you get the picture. Despite the distraught look on his face, Kurt was determined, fully, to win the game after the first. Pretending wasn’t Kurt’s only immorality; he also loved to cheat and steal—only to make a quick dollar though. He reeled the stick back slowly like the head of a turtle slipping carefully into its shell. Next, at the last minute, he shutters and shifts his aim slightly sabotaging his own shot. This wasn’t his only tactic because once a week ago he claimed that he wasn’t too familiar with the ins and outs of the game and, playing dumb, pretended to be a beginner. One of these days in the billiards room in a small bar in Reading, Pennsylvania is destined to be his last. Now of days, people are ruthless, aggressive, dim-witted or just plain blind to any sort of civility. Kurt made almost seventy-five dollars today and was happy to return that next morning to his beloved wife’s resting place to place flowers as he does every morning. Mornings were dedicated to her. And nights were for paying off those hefty funeral costs. Within the limits, Kurt will go as far as the eye can see and maybe farther just to pay off his debts and hope that Sherry is in a better place. Perhaps she is in a paradise, a heaven of some sort, wishing the night of that mid-spring, rainy, gloom-filled day never happened. Her and Kurt could, then live their dream of helping the world with their unique ideas and innovations, they would have been remembered in prosperity. Well, the end of Sherry was the end of Kurt’s dreams as well. He swore he would find the person who cut her off that Tuesday night. Oh, the things he could say, let alone do, to him but ever since they had that misadventure, Kurt made a personal vendetta against the world, exclaiming that there could not be any possible hope in this world. With that he meant to avenge her and never forgive a living soul ever again. Late one night coming home, Kurt doing about eighty, with a drink half empty in his left hand and his other on the stick shift of his old shabby pickup, and his car began to just edge to the right. He was picking up speed but headed for the shoulder of the road. At the last minute he grasps the wheel just to bravely straighten himself out. No more than a split second later a small German shepherd puppy inches toward the center of the road. By the glory of God this man happens to chuck his beer can out the window while braking. He turns the wheel rapidly toward the right and heads away from the poor animal but, in an attempt to save another soul, plummets down the mountain side. Being in the country there was not enough effort to install bumpers on the side of the road that were strong enough to withstand Kurt in his pick-up. Lying lethargic on a cloud-like material, Kurt could not regain his consciousness. Bliss overcame Kurt and he saw her face, “Sherry?” he asks. No answer. “Is that you?” Still no answer, however, his vision began to improve yet his memory hindered. “Who are you?” He questioned. “I am no angel, if that what you’re thinking.” She had an innocent voice. “You’re lucky I was coming home from my late night walk because I happen to have had a first-aid kit in my house and a vacant bed too.” He was a bit disgruntled by her voice since it reminded him solely of someone dear to him. The voice was so familiar but he could not put a face to it in reality. Who did this woman remind him of? Why was he so terribly injured? When and how did he get in her house and where was he? Lastly, what was his name? He, honestly couldn’t remember anything and worst of all, as he put his hand on his face why was his left eye stinging and dripping a trail of blood down his face? It was a lucky fate for such a corrupt-minded person. Will he ever remember the horrible life he had before or will he turn a new chapter in life forgetting all about Sherry? Ultimately, What’s the difference?

EAGLE MOON

Eagle Moon

the sky was lit
the lights were dim
the air was thick with blood
dreary it was where the
moonlight hit
and red began to flood

a darker day
has passed away
and though it was an unkind fate
you will enter every gate

alas the light
reveals a bird
propels in flight
atleast ive heard
into the night

then at mercy
the winged beast
endures a feast
so cold

at a glance
the predator
so very real
and then my dream
becomes a fiction
contradicting what i feel

the eagle
a bird of prey
so evil
and those would say
so very old

then this sight
has turned to fright
as i run so very far
i wake up
my terrors end
and gaze upon the stars

so it ends so very soon
the night of the eagle moon

by JEFFXOTSEGO