The world is wounded by man’s actions. It thrives in and widens by little bacteria with their own agenda but the same goals, bacteria like lies, propaganda, conspiracies, hate, racism, tribalism, segregation of any kind, as long as it begets pain and devastation. And when a person tries to eradicate these bacteria, the effort has always proven useless and dangerous to the unlucky heroes to be. Infact their actions tend to be used to fuel the problems. What is there left to do… How do you save yourself when you always get in the way…
Your eyes reminds me of the time before dawn… When the sun is about to come up with the promise of a new adventure. When the first ray of light emerges yet the stars shine bright still and the memory of yesterday remains fresh in the mind. The reflection on them shows how you see the world, kind, warm, new at every turn, one could only get lost in them even when trying to be careful.
Those succulent lips can be so distracting when you talk… With a hint of a smile every time. Gets me to wonder what’s so amusing. And the smile that comes with it, for a moment… Just in that exact moment, I could swear that time stops and it seems like it will never go away. Like that smile is meant to last forever, as it should…
And your skin… Clearly well taken care of. Also-….
I walk in to the room and find her on her computer looking all engrossed in her work. I seat in a chair across her at the table… She’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of fitting jeans, but she is barefoot. I smirk at that observation. She raises her head to see who it was. With the familiar face staring back at her, she smiles and goes back to her computer
Me: hey, what are you working on?
Her: oh, just some stuff…
Me: take a coffee break, you look like you’re about to tech yourself to insomnia.
Her: just a bit more and then we can have as much coffee as you want.
Me: mmm very tempting, but I know, you. You won’t stop… You’re work will still be here in 20 minutes
She looks up, she knows I won’t stop.
Her: fine… What do you have in mind?…
Mmmmm where was I, Ah! Your skin…
Right. Clearly well taken care of could even give the Queen of Sheba a run for her money. Your skin shade is that of a the chocolate specially made from the factory of Willy Wonker in the pool of chocolate and the waterfall of milk creating a new shade that is especially, tantalising.
Your mind, how you think, always amuses me. Am always eager to see what you would do or how you would react to some situations. Even in the dark you always seem to know how to come out of it. And when you are down, know that I will be there every step on your way back… I may not have a shining armor but I’ll be your huntsman.
I wish I could continue but am lacking of words at this point. I have more to say but I would rather say it in person.
When you see me walking on the streets,
And I seem to no not have a destination,
Doesn’t mean am lost for a meet.
Its on purpose that I have no direction.
For somewhere deep in a castle that glints,
I seet across someone and hold a conversation.
Me: want to play chess,
Him:hmm, sure. To what do I owe the pleasure of the visit?(he snaps his fingers and the chess board appeared) last you where here you were a mess. I’ll take the white, you be the dark
Me: well, you live, you learn. I think karma has taken a liking to me…
Him:(he moves, I move) hmmm… What is it this time?
Me: don’t pretend like you don’t know… Ah…! Am winning this one.
Him: fine I know, so what? You want me to wave a magic wand and make your problems go away?(notices something.) best change direction before you make friends with the tarmac.
In the real world, I turn a corner… It was evening and a little light rays hit the street, it was scarcely populated. As I continued on, I was back in the castle.
Me: Haha no… That’s mine to bare. I just want company.
Him: (left with one move, I block him, checkmate)Bah! Huuuh! Win some… Lose some. Go find a real person.
Me: not that easy,
Him: am not real… Don’t be afraid of rejection. Say hello,.
Me: haha if it was that easy, I wouldn’t need you.
Him: Exactly! (he says, leaving) Remember, am you, so I know you can d.. ..
He fades away. Am left in the castle alone.
I go back to reality, I walk by a coffee shop, I see a lady alone through the window…
Leap of faith?
Behind the red door, a monster lies
A secret so dark the night shies away from it.
Beneath the egotistical bravado that masks the truth.
A crack in the so called, impregnable wall reveals a fault that would sooner be seen regrettable once learnt.
Caution to those that seek to push beyond the norm,
to know that which mustn’t, those that dare peer through the red door.
Knowledge is indeed power, but what is seen can’t be unseen.
A terrible cost will be incurred once the line is crossed.
Behind the red door,
A layered defense is erected,
For he knows the importance and burdens of what’s protected.
The betrayal of a brother’s love and trust, one that will bring forth war that will be spoken of for generations to come.
Or a beast that shows itself, occasionally when he stares at his reflection.
But at times that beast comes out and ‘play’ when he is pushed too far. And thus they dread the plague of anger they wrought on to themselves.
Eyes that have long forgotten how to see, know when to stop and avert themselves .
But for those who dare walk in the path of red hot coal, barefoot, stay your course for you may yet handle that which lies beyond the red door.