Post by Chris North on Oct 11, 2015 19:30:18 GMT -6
If he could see you now would he be proud or would he shed a tear? If he could see you now would he pat you on the back or would he slide his hand across the back of your head and ask you what you are thinking? If he could see you now would there be a smile upon his face or would he show signs of anger you've never before seen? Questions, details, matters of the heart all of that doesn't matter right now. No, what matters to everyone in the world is a four letter word. A word that if utter from the lips of children makes their parents squirm and shiver in their chairs with goosebumps rampant upon their body. The word you ask? Well simply Glory. Every man, woman, and child wants it. I mean think about it when asked what you want to be when you grow up you say a firefighter, a cop, or a soldier and for what? That's right GLORY. So I suppose that it's time now for me to begin my quest for it as well. The problem..Well quite frankly I don't think anyone was ready for my return. I don't think that the world can handle what I am bringing to light nor do they want to. For you see everyone has lived in a cloud for the past years that I have been gone.. Now that glad has gone and the sun is beaming down upon their mistakes, their weaknesses, and of course their utter stupidity.. Get Ready I will see you again...
Part 1: Know not where I go nor where I've been..
The day began as any other had for the past number of years. So many years I had lost count of the days, the weeks, the months. Hell some would say I had once began to count the minutes down the second. However, I couldn't remember a time. I couldn't remember a moment. I couldn't remember or feel so much as a thought from the times when I had done so. You see after a certain amount of clear liquid feels your veins you begin to forget things. You begin to become what they call around here catatonic. It was a constant state that they kept me in. Many would say because here..here these sad fools they feared me, but the question in my mind was why? I had never caused them harm, nor fear, I had not raised my voice or my hand to any of them as many of these people have done. Over my stay here I have seen them come and I have seen them go. The wheels of destiny clanking their way down the white washed hall. The sound of keys pattering against the cloth covered legs of people coming to inject the fluid of bliss into my veins. It's a high you know, not caring or feeling a thing. It's addicting some say too addicting as they had told me once upon a blue moon ago what I did to end up here, but I don't believe them. For you see I don't think they or anyone know the whole story. However, they have said I will be free soon. Once again I will roam this planet of trash and agony as nothing more than a peasant on the stick of God's wrath. A nothing, a memory, a vagabond pushed to fail and promised to be nothing. It was in this thought process that a familiar voice broke the silence though this morning..
"Hey, time to wake up it's time to go home.."
Home..What in the hell was that? Where the hell was that? Questions..Too damned many questions and too few answers. Time I think is what they say I need. Slowly I rose to my feet and stepped to the door cautious not to move to fast for fear of frightening the mere child who stood in front of me. Yes, to me this was a child a soul so innocent and barren not a mark of disbelief of fear upon them. They were the type to run lackluster through a field of golden daisies on a day where the sun beat upon their brow and not have a care in the world. Insane? Yeah some would say that's what it was. However, as I approached the door the words escaped my mouth..
"My child, where.. where is home."
His chest rose and fell as the sun rises and falls in the sky a soft smile crossed his face as he shook his head and pushed a bag into my chest shoving me nearly back into my bed that I had been in for so many nights.
"Home is anywhere but here you crazy fucker." He spoke harshly almost hate filled "If it were me your dumb ass would fry not be sent home, but the courts say you didn't do it"
It..What was it? Whatever it was to me sounded not like a good thing, but I hadn't done it so why does everyone hate me as they do? Where would I sleep? What would I do all were questions that ran through my head as I followed the man down the hall counting in my head the steps and the clicks of the keys upon his legs a slight laugh in my head as I listened to him talk to the people as he made his way down the hall. It would appear this man had nothing nice to say about anyone, but had his mother not taught him the golden rule? Had he never met the raw end of a hand upon his mouth for speaking foul tongue? Soon I knew, that this man would find himself staring down the business end of life's worst fears. Soon I knew, his legs would shake and a minor liquid would run down his legs as he quivered in fear, but now.. Now wasn't the time. Wait why was I thinking this? What was happening.. I have not thought like this before. Why was I having these thoughts out of nowhere about this man. Why did I now see him as a man not a child? What was going on.. As I stepped into the world for the first time staring up at the sky I hadn't seen in years I had no idea, but I knew the rest begins now and I had no idea where I was or where I would go, but I knew that with these thoughts the details the art of life it could not be precious..
Part 2: Memories..Painful Memories..Erased but Returned..
"Just do it Angel, goddammit I don't have time to stand here and argue with your dumb ass. You need to remember who in the fuck you serve!"
The voice came from a man so small in stature that there's no way I should be this afraid of him, but I don't think it was fear as much as respect for this man that I felt. There I stood the silver blade glimmering in the moon light her eyes fixated upon mine a wicked smile upon her face as the crimson blanket flowed from her mouth covering her chin. This woman, this freak, this beast was not afraid of her fate that had been delivered upon her this day. No, instead it was almost like she accepted it and was more than ready to meet it. She had just moments ago tried her heart and soul to kill not only myself but her husband as well. It was no wonder to many she was known as the Black widow of society.
"Do it you puny, puny soul. I fear not what lies ahead for you know not who you deal with until you meet them face to face and eye to eye." She laughed "I have lived life to the fullest now allow me to leave this place not as a child but a woman and just FUCKING DO IT!"
The blade almost instantaneously was raised and sliced through the night air as a bolt of silver lightning cracked through the blackened sky. In minutes it was over and my long time friend Jihad held a jar with something in it. What it was I could not tell nor did I want to honestly. My hands as I remember were covered in a crimson coat that dripped from them to the ground below as I stood quietly looking to the heavens as the rain fell upon my face. Jihad simply laughed and turned to me..
"It's over now. You have done your deed and you are free my friend. Best wishes, however where you are headed you will remember none of this. They are going to fry you and I will forever walk this earth free."
I had been betrayed.. A man who was supposed to be my friend was nothing more than a backstabbing psychopath. As I awoke and looked around my surroundings again I knew not where I was, but could feel the chill of the night air upon my soul as I covered back up with the jacket I was wearing and once again fell asleep reminding myself that tomorrow.. Tomorrow is new..
Part 1: Know not where I go nor where I've been..
The day began as any other had for the past number of years. So many years I had lost count of the days, the weeks, the months. Hell some would say I had once began to count the minutes down the second. However, I couldn't remember a time. I couldn't remember a moment. I couldn't remember or feel so much as a thought from the times when I had done so. You see after a certain amount of clear liquid feels your veins you begin to forget things. You begin to become what they call around here catatonic. It was a constant state that they kept me in. Many would say because here..here these sad fools they feared me, but the question in my mind was why? I had never caused them harm, nor fear, I had not raised my voice or my hand to any of them as many of these people have done. Over my stay here I have seen them come and I have seen them go. The wheels of destiny clanking their way down the white washed hall. The sound of keys pattering against the cloth covered legs of people coming to inject the fluid of bliss into my veins. It's a high you know, not caring or feeling a thing. It's addicting some say too addicting as they had told me once upon a blue moon ago what I did to end up here, but I don't believe them. For you see I don't think they or anyone know the whole story. However, they have said I will be free soon. Once again I will roam this planet of trash and agony as nothing more than a peasant on the stick of God's wrath. A nothing, a memory, a vagabond pushed to fail and promised to be nothing. It was in this thought process that a familiar voice broke the silence though this morning..
"Hey, time to wake up it's time to go home.."
Home..What in the hell was that? Where the hell was that? Questions..Too damned many questions and too few answers. Time I think is what they say I need. Slowly I rose to my feet and stepped to the door cautious not to move to fast for fear of frightening the mere child who stood in front of me. Yes, to me this was a child a soul so innocent and barren not a mark of disbelief of fear upon them. They were the type to run lackluster through a field of golden daisies on a day where the sun beat upon their brow and not have a care in the world. Insane? Yeah some would say that's what it was. However, as I approached the door the words escaped my mouth..
"My child, where.. where is home."
His chest rose and fell as the sun rises and falls in the sky a soft smile crossed his face as he shook his head and pushed a bag into my chest shoving me nearly back into my bed that I had been in for so many nights.
"Home is anywhere but here you crazy fucker." He spoke harshly almost hate filled "If it were me your dumb ass would fry not be sent home, but the courts say you didn't do it"
It..What was it? Whatever it was to me sounded not like a good thing, but I hadn't done it so why does everyone hate me as they do? Where would I sleep? What would I do all were questions that ran through my head as I followed the man down the hall counting in my head the steps and the clicks of the keys upon his legs a slight laugh in my head as I listened to him talk to the people as he made his way down the hall. It would appear this man had nothing nice to say about anyone, but had his mother not taught him the golden rule? Had he never met the raw end of a hand upon his mouth for speaking foul tongue? Soon I knew, that this man would find himself staring down the business end of life's worst fears. Soon I knew, his legs would shake and a minor liquid would run down his legs as he quivered in fear, but now.. Now wasn't the time. Wait why was I thinking this? What was happening.. I have not thought like this before. Why was I having these thoughts out of nowhere about this man. Why did I now see him as a man not a child? What was going on.. As I stepped into the world for the first time staring up at the sky I hadn't seen in years I had no idea, but I knew the rest begins now and I had no idea where I was or where I would go, but I knew that with these thoughts the details the art of life it could not be precious..
Part 2: Memories..Painful Memories..Erased but Returned..
"Just do it Angel, goddammit I don't have time to stand here and argue with your dumb ass. You need to remember who in the fuck you serve!"
The voice came from a man so small in stature that there's no way I should be this afraid of him, but I don't think it was fear as much as respect for this man that I felt. There I stood the silver blade glimmering in the moon light her eyes fixated upon mine a wicked smile upon her face as the crimson blanket flowed from her mouth covering her chin. This woman, this freak, this beast was not afraid of her fate that had been delivered upon her this day. No, instead it was almost like she accepted it and was more than ready to meet it. She had just moments ago tried her heart and soul to kill not only myself but her husband as well. It was no wonder to many she was known as the Black widow of society.
"Do it you puny, puny soul. I fear not what lies ahead for you know not who you deal with until you meet them face to face and eye to eye." She laughed "I have lived life to the fullest now allow me to leave this place not as a child but a woman and just FUCKING DO IT!"
The blade almost instantaneously was raised and sliced through the night air as a bolt of silver lightning cracked through the blackened sky. In minutes it was over and my long time friend Jihad held a jar with something in it. What it was I could not tell nor did I want to honestly. My hands as I remember were covered in a crimson coat that dripped from them to the ground below as I stood quietly looking to the heavens as the rain fell upon my face. Jihad simply laughed and turned to me..
"It's over now. You have done your deed and you are free my friend. Best wishes, however where you are headed you will remember none of this. They are going to fry you and I will forever walk this earth free."
I had been betrayed.. A man who was supposed to be my friend was nothing more than a backstabbing psychopath. As I awoke and looked around my surroundings again I knew not where I was, but could feel the chill of the night air upon my soul as I covered back up with the jacket I was wearing and once again fell asleep reminding myself that tomorrow.. Tomorrow is new..