donderdag 25 juli 2013

I need confirmation

Dormant abilities:
Like how your brain knows what do with information.
Like a well organized Organization,
governing the nation.
Dealing with pollution, solution and destination.
Applying celebration and depression to the right association,
of action and reaction on every form of education.
Withholding knowledge trough evasion,
of affection and
providing consolation on a heart troubled by addiction.
Doused in false affirmation of safety and
Yet still climb the tree of self preservation,
by reminding you of the complications.
That love can lead to self renunciation.

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So that's my latest work of poetry give me a comment if you like it
and here's some cool inspiring music,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65jy_F75t9Y
Especially check out track 14 Blade walker.

donderdag 18 juli 2013

Another short story




life's path:

Madam Deedee placed her cards in front of me and proceeded to explain how this would work.
She said: "life is like a big long and winding road."
A grin formed on my features and I could just barely suppress a giggle. I was a bit skeptic and in my mind she couldn't have started in a more corny manner. The fortunetelling madam Deedee, continued her readings as if she hadn't noticed.
"The choices you make in life are the forks in the road, where what choice you make decides what path you shall walk next."
She moved her hands over the cards she had laid out on the ground. "I can see your path and I can see the choices up ahead."
She lifted one card and it revealed a picture of a man relaxing in the sun.
She told me that the first three cards would be my enemy cards. The first card would represent a false friend, mine was comfort. Madam Deedee lifted up a second card, "This would be the old enemy. An enemy that you should recognize, for it has long been with you, traveling alongside you on your path."
This card had a general laying down his sword depicted upon it. I said: "I know what this one means, it's defeat, isn't it?"
Madam Deedee looked at me with her sharp eyes.
"close", she said, "It stands for an early submission. That in itself is a form of defeat."
She was going to draw the third card now and form me a complete picture of my enemy. "The last card stands for new enemy that has been laying silently awaiting your arrival." I looked at the picture of the card it was a line of bill collectors. A long silence ensued and after a few more quick glances at her cards, madam Deedee started mumbling in herself. "A yes, this makes sense. Yes. You are a procrastinator, you have a problem that you have long postponed solving that problem. You have created a FALSE sense of comfort for yourself by admitting an early defeat." She now directed her attention at me again and uttered, "But not for long anymore."
I snapped and confessed, "I have a drug problem."

My name is Danny, I live in a small home with rent due and an empty fridge.
But I have a small mountain of coke laying next to my Adsl connection. As skeptic as I always was of Tarot readings, I couldn't prove her wrong.

"Cheer up", she said to me, "I shall now turn the Fourth card, this card is a Friend, it stands for opportunity." It was a picture of a big heart.
"you're lucky, you will find love." As she was turning the next card she revealed one last insight to me before the answer would be crystal clear to me. "The fifth card is connected to the Fourth, It reveals the identity of your friend."
The fifth card was a mirror. Not a picture of a mirror, no, it was truly me starring back from the last card.

dinsdag 9 juli 2013

beyond expectations: a piece of prose by Allen Crown




He's not coming:

The poster on her wall depicted her perfect idea of a man.
A perfect man indeed.
A strong and muscular man,
intelligent and sensitive,
probably she'll meet him riding a white maned steed.

But for now she's headed out to the club,
the local human meat parlor right next to the pub.
Wearing a provocative and revealing piece of Fashion,
that she hopes will draw the attention of all the men out here tonight.
And how she hopes that one well dressed man is there, in a suit of black and white and how she hopes he'll treat her right.


His wall was plastered with a poster depicting his idea of the perfect woman.
A sweet and homely girl, reading up on her knowledge in a library, while wearing a decent piece of fashion that covers her from head to toe,
but revealed more to the imagination than a bikini could ever do.

But first he would head out to the club,
the local human meat parlor right next to the pub.
Wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt and some shorts.
Tonight he'll attract ladies of all sorts.

And his dream girl might be there and she won't care,
that they won't be driving of in his white Ferrari, by which he never came.
No he had  parked his fathers horse outside, by the same name.

Now he was coming to a sudden revelation.
Between all the girls in skimpy outfits,
he won't find his librarian girl in this sea of sluts and nitwits.
He didn't think he was in the right place anymore,
in the meat parlor with the pub next door.