Next Stop: Silence...

I shall let this swamp experience waves of excitement nations have forgotten about with a single stone I’ll feed it. “Tranquility is a pre-death status we’ve amused ourselves to” I shall carve on this cold stone. Perhaps the mermaids would wake up to it if they’ve not already died & turned into oil due to tranquility-toxicity like corps of the anti-tranquility community lying silently on the bottom. Seconds after the stone is thrown, stability dominates once more as my energy sinks deeper & out of sight. That must be what had happened after people sacrificed themselves to create waves…

Valley Of Difference...

We used to stand together, shoulder to shoulder for the same cause. We could feel the warmth of each others breaths until the earthquake set this valley between us. Through all these years, we have grown shorter due to attrition as they have grown taller due to the skyscrapers they’ve built. So horizontally & vertically apart, the near past seems like an ancient myth. Can we someday sit down at the same table for a cup of coffee again?

Life is in black n' white...

“The rich girl with all her belongings could never find happiness till the day she died.”
The book ends with the phrase & the poor little innocent girl closes her book thinking perhaps she has happiness instead of all which she doesn’t. How sad can the rich world be she thinks and with a smile she goes to sleep to reenergize for her tough job the next morning.

The story had a happy ending the rich girl reading it all thinks. Delighted to know that the poor do have a good life, she plans to go shopping for the up-coming party…

The No-Flight-Zone...

Over concerns of a possible terrorist attack & also due to our intelligence service reports of a possible hijack plan, Santa has not been given the permission to fly this year. This comes two days after Bin Laden claimed to send GWB a nice X-mass gift in a video tape broadcasted by Al Jazeere TV network.

Also according to our agents an animal rights party has filed a case against Santa for mistreating Rudolph. The group claims Rudolph is in poor health status due to negligence. In another case people have expressed their dissatisfaction over the quality of the new gifts. They have announced that they surely expect more expensive ones with receipt included so that they could take it back & ask for a refund. In a separate case a parent who has asked not to be named has charged a child-abuse case against Santa which has recently come to light. Santa has denied all charges claiming the fake Santas are responsible for the inconvenience.

The officials have asked anyone with any news regarding to what’s come to be called THE SANTA CASE to come forward and provide the officials with further details...

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Merry X-mass everyone...

The Password is: $$$$$...

Yeah you know it & I do too. It is clear & everybody knows it is true.

Everybody knows the deals are rotten.
Everybody knows the fights are set.
Everybody knows politics is for fools & the elected presidents are the ones who lie better.
Everybody knows we are in trouble but hey who cares we can use our credit cards to buy our way through...

Yeah everybody knows, but that's how it goes!

You can role the dice & take the gamble. Wish for a double 6 to break free from what we have come to call life & if luck deserts you, just light your cigar, turn on your TV & watch the PG 18 show to forget the pain...

Or ring the bells for one last time & wish someone in the distance hears your call & decides to wake up to admit life ain't just about knowledge but...

Oh I forgot what I was to say, perhaps it's the effect of the pills they've fed me.........

"Excuse Me; I think I'm Lost..."

After learning all these languages I am still unable to decode the messages in love. Why does love have to be in signs!?

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Normally I have to be talking about health issues & how this air pollution is affecting our lives & then you talk of the dying birds due to the condition! You even go further to say crows are your favorites! I wish I was a sailor to have been able to sail through your waves of wisdom but I guess I have already drown even before I could try to explain my new feelings are unrelated to the pollution toxicity.

Daddy Got Me A New Toy...

She looked a woman in her 50s as she walked along the sidewalk. Deep in thoughts on arranging her daughters wedding, the loan she was about to finally recieve to buy herself the small downtown house, a handful of things she'd bought for lunch... trotting towards home. Stops at the red hand telling her to wait till she is told to move. And when the time arrives she does as she is told. 5 seconds into the run, a squeek, a second-long moan, a roar of an engine fading away. Her dreams slowly losing color as her blood paints the road. She is to accept the rewritten script for her life thinking perhaps the director above has made a last minute change for that plot...

The face is blurred

A Milimeter Closer To My Seat...

Agitated, he stares at the broken ruler in his hand. Lost in confusion he writes on the wall " Life is even shorter than a broken ruler ". A gasp, a sigh, a look around; time to move on in search for something smaller for the measurement...

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A cloudy dark autumn day - a mild breeze around

On the verge of a fall, totally out of energy, the man in his 80s stops to lean against the wall. Begins to wander in a maze of his own memories holding the cane in his hand tighter. His feet too weary to tolerate the imposed weight they have been familiar with for long. He has been standing for too many things for too long during his life he thinks. For his beliefs, for his rights & for the people he once worshiped. Too much pain tolerated, too many irrelevant words he's heard. Accused of trying to break the world record of STANDING. Jailed for trying to spell the word freedom.

A glance around to see the comfortable lives of the sitting he wonders; Was it worthy to stand for so many so long?? Hadn't he lived a better life choosing to sit???

Rain drops rush down to interrupt the thinking session...

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Technological Breakdown...

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… and there was this competition where freedivers held their breaths for setting new records. There were training sessions & loads of advertisement surrounding the events. 7mins, 8:06, 8:50! & now ladies & gents here is the winner; Tom Sietas with 8:58!!

No one really took notice that as a fetus they could hold their breaths up to 122 minutes.

Painful To Be A Woman...

It had been estimatedly 39 weeks & 3 days since she had fortified herself in her so called castle of dark where no light could penetrate her vague waves of thought on what was passing outside. Lately she had not felt as comfortable as before as it had become more of a dungeon to her than a safe but still she refused to give way to the increasing pressures trying to force her out. The walls were caving in, now touching her skin & twisting her towards the wall in the other end. Forces were mounting. Suddenly light -the stranger- tickeled her closed eyelids. She was soon to exit the unfriendly walls she used to call home. Her head squeezed through the opening, her pupils greeted the first rays of sunshine. She released her shoulders through painfully & her body expulsed out. My hands held her still-in-shocked stature as she started to experience her first of yet-to-repeat cry session...

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Photo added Sunday 22:16

THEY Sure Know Better...

A woman in her 50s enters a clinic. She complains for nearly 15 minutes as the adroit doctor listens to her every word patiently. In the end he gives her the necessary advice caring for what's best for her. She walks out. On her way out she whispers to the next patient; he is no good. He hasn't prescribed me anything!

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It is said that medical schools will soon close down as the need for doctors has vanished. Anyone who knows the alphabet is entitled to analyze & guide patients through officially of this date. Doctors will remain intact only for jotting down the prescriptions on demand...

Courtesy My News Agency
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They felt much easier paying mechanics to fix their cars than paying doctors fixing they, themselves.
But why, it was a mystery...

Reflections Of A Tan Jacket...

A life-time has passed; Checking yourself everyday in the mirror, posing the perfect smile trying to appear the RED guy you always thought you were, while reflecting BLUE in the mirrors passing by...

Caring friends they called themselves, not letting you see you in them... & now hearing it from the unexpectedly best, but after all these years...

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Don't want to buy your mirrors nor would I like to see myself in them. I am ready to pay for your description of me in your reflectors.

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If you appear the same in your new mirror, break it down & purchase a new one…

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Don't tame your mirrors; let them show the wild animals we are.

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Mirrors have learnt to lie since the Snow White saga.

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If mirrors could talk, they would keep silent...

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On the mirror, below the frame read; "No Comment"...

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"Images in this mirror do not necessarily reflect our views but the participants' who have decided to pose their figures here."

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Powered by a deep hallucination session

Sweeter Than Honey...

He has lately come to discover a new aspect of his personality. A powerful but destructive power source. A devil has risen in him capable of teaching Satan a few new tricks. He is alien to the feeling but he knows it won’t be easy to control the up rise. Perhaps the too many triggers have weakened his security measures or even his defensive mechanisms have called for emergency help from this unknown ally of dark.

The golden ring above his head is somewhat shattered by the devil crawling under his skin. An amicable figure of friendly manners turns into a master of devilry, terrifying his own spirit. He is never on offence but when they intrude his honesty his defense acts stronger than any WMD, aiming a single target; REVENGE...

The Symphony Within...

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Our symphonies begin & end the same. It is the additional musical instruments playing various notes that form our unique song...