Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Writer

Standing back

Thinking, and seeing

Not speaking

Just looking.



Wandering, seeking

Both my eyes are open

Listening, hearing

Silently staring.



Sitting,

 blind to the joy

deaf to the laughter

dumb to the well-spoken



Thinking is fearing

Doing is reckless

Loving is damning

Hating is worse.



Just sit there

And finish your story.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

I'm Going to Hell

Lights up on stage, I’m practicing the piano on an average living room set. The sound of a door bell sounds. I stop playing startled. I go to door and look through peep hole.

Lights up on right corner of stage where two young men in white shirts and ties with backpack on standing at the door. Lights down over guys go as I step away from the door.

I walk upstage; more lights go up to where my brother has been quietly playing video games this whole time.

Me

It's Jehovah witnesses.



Brother

Yeah.



Me

I’m not answering it, are you?



Brother

No.



Me

Chuckling

The piano suddenly stops the moment they ring the door bell, they probably saw me from the window too.



Brother

Busy killing people on-line

Hmm.



I stand a moment before walking back to check the door just as there’s another knock. In a split second decision I open the door.



Guy 1#

Hi there.



Me

Hi.



Guy 1#

Who are?



Me

I look at the audience blue lights go on representing my thoughts.

None of your business, who are you?

I look at back at the door, lights go back to normal.

Samantha.



Guy 1#

I’m Jim. This is Henry.



Me

Nod at Henry in greeting.



Jim

We’re from the Jesus …… Church.



Me

Lights go blue.

Well, thank God you’re not Jehovah Witnesses.



Lights go back to normal.



Jim

And we have a message for you.



Me

Lights go blue again.

Oh boy.



Normal lights.



Henry

We have a ten minute speech that we do with all families we find and it’s just ten minutes, but it could change your life.



Me

Snort.



Henry

Do you think there is a time that we could speak to your entire family?



Me

No, I don’t think so, thanks. You have a good day.



Jim

Thanks bye.



Me

Walking back to brother.

I didn’t do too badly did I?



Brother

You did better than what I would have.



Me

Really.



Brother

Yeah, I almost laughed.



Me

When?



Brother

When you snorted.



Me

I didn’t snort.



Brother

Yeah you did right after he said their message would change your life.



Me

I wasn’t aware of it.



Brother

Yeah, it was funny, I almost laughed out loud.



Me

Well, if I did that badly, I guess I should just mess with their heads and say what I’m thinking, at least then I’ll be entertained. I’m going to hell anyways.



Brother

Yeah.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

My Basement

It is insane

By the end of everyday

I should stay

And lay



Always afraid

Of something unpaid

Something left undone

From which I wish to run,

Like a bullet from a gun.



Ahh! The gun

After it went off

My fate did change



It opened wide the gate

The door



Oh! No! Not the door!

Down the basement

When it hordes

A person once adored.



He was smitten,

Like a kitten

Not nearly as fit in

the society.



Pity I did take on him

But not long did it take

My soul to break



A clipping chipping,

Heart-less man.

My heart did sign

And like a useless

Tumor within me.



It did spread like a cancer

There was but one person to answer

For the numbness that is me.



Standing within the kitchen

Was the case of my affliction

To fulfill my intention was so easy.



Who would have thought freedom

Could come at so small an expense?

All I needed was the cheap pistol

Why by the handsome revolver when

The cheap thing will do the job?



Maybe once all is done

And all my cares are buried

And no more need me thought of

I shall learn to live before I die again.