please don’t murder my brain
with those numbers, calculated
Time kills the
Life cells
long hours, shred, and grind
the lines of fine time
divided, only in minutes
Brackets
Bullets
Square roots
Multiple shoots
can call your sanity into
Question.
I…on the other hand haven’t yet
found a sum, that can
ring the un-wrung sounds
of a soft heart, and steady
fragile feet
climb
on the days (numbered)
on our scripted
lives
PhilosopherPoet
today venus sat on my bookshelf licked its vagina with her tongue once done she simply stared up at me with yellow poker eyes as if she had forgotten the problem
i know i hadn’t because almost immediately i turned the page of the book i was reading and continued from where i had left and venus simply lay there if it wasn’t for the fur youd see that she was naked right from her breasts to her inquisitive toes that peaked under the duvet when I wasnt watching
her and the games she
taught to herself while frolicking in the garden this morning she caught a bird and two bees and once id finished scolding her about environmental destruction and nature conservation she taught me to forgive and learn by holding a flower with your fingers and listening to its echo that comes out of the buds when only your heart is listening
because thats what the garden was all about i came to learn through an eventual stumble of ideas and soiled trousers swearing at the other clothes that were too clean and full of water
this is another thing i remember about her and the way she seemed to walk through the slush and muddled flowers waiting for my greasy hands and a chance to prance around when the spade wasnt
around
you see thats what I learnt watching her and the way she laughed
the way that her hair stuck to parts of the song she sung
life is a creative experience and you should treat it the same way like the time when she was drunk and dived into the compost heap full of dying shit and creamy humus she didnt care or apologize for the mess or the way she looked with bramble branches tattooed on to her instead with a giddy shake of her head she giggled and said
ill clean it up tomorrow
almost always she had a hangover and forgot about the garden spills and mess since all she ate were panadopills and the rest of the pizza from the night before she climbed into the void of a lunatic that had enough passion to change the day and order in which the garden lay before she sprung on me
armed with vodka and mud and creating enough nonsense to calm a flood that occasionally rises from the inside when i forget to check my stageface in the mirror beforeandaftermeals and let the audience know that when you sit in the mud and nature comes and climbs into you with matted paws eyes stuck in sleep and a wideyawnjaw and tells of a anchored consciousness inside those bones
it calls you
in a whisper and tells
you youre home
PhilosopherPoet
This is the first part of a short story I started…with let you know when I have more…;)
PhilosopherPoet
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Alex walked into the Kitchen. It was 9 o’clock at night and he needed more tea. He found things easier in the darkness. In the evening, he could concentrate and feel alive. He poured the small sea of sugar into his cup. So untouched and innocent, he thought. It was the first time in weeks that he’d begun to think of things other than himself. It was disconcerting, and one could even say distracting. He placed his cup in the microwave, it meant that he could cook the teabag beyond what normal people thought was ok. It would first boil…then hiss. After a good ten minutes, it would split open under the pressure and spill it’s insides into the rest of the liquid. Now that thought was probably more comforting than drinking the tea itself.
He grinned and looked up at the ceiling while he waited for the monotone hum of the microwave to stop. Tonight he was excited. He was in a different mood for some reason. Something about the stillness and the seemingly loud sounds that came from his movements…bred a chilling possibility.
*
The following day while he walked back from school, a thought came to him. He let it sit there in the last empty corner of his head. He watched it. He listened.
Calculate, he told himself. His Math teacher had told him the same thing a thousand times, although she didn’t know someone like Alex would listen so closely. Calculate meant more to Alex than simply finding an answer. It meant waiting. You had to first listen to the clock ticking in your head, before you could rip out another question. Sit in the examination of your own thoughts…and decisions.
Calculate meant listen to the variables. Feel the pulse of events that flow through this single decision…and decide where to put them. Alex reached for the golden door knob between him and his house. The door knob between him, a belligerent mother, and a drunken father. He went inside, passed the boiled faces shouting his name. They seemed so hollow now, it was almost as if their voices had now peeled off him like paint, escaped into the air.
Alex walked up to his room, the wooden steps sounding more solid.
Calculate.
That was all he could do now. He shrugged on his earphones, and continued to listen to his favorite song…Eaten from the Inside. He believed the words. Every time he listened to the murderous drum beat, he felt calmer. Now that thought he had brewing in his head, grew into a full-sized idea.
(NOTE: The following story was told by my half sister, I’ve simply interpreted what she said – via my step mother – the scribe.)
*The Crystal of Love*
By Trinity Ballam-Smith
Chapter 1
One day there was a jungle girl named Ellie. She lived in an island named Hawaii. She was sooo happy there. One day (while trying to find some grapes) she spotted an elephant. She didn’t know that she could speak to animals. But when the elephan tried talking to her…Ellie listened.
They were very confused because they didn’t know they were sisters. They went to the elephant Cloud Princess and she said,
“Do you know that you two are actually sisters?” and she was amazed that the elephant princess had old her story.
She replied, “”Did you know, a long time ago King Rothbart turned me into an elephant because he was so angry. I didn’t let Rothbart go, so he strangled me and he took all my powers away. I only have one power left, and Rothbart doesn’t like me any more. he put me into a dungeon, but luckily I broke through.”
She paused momentarily, and continued.
“Rothbart takes all my powers away, and doesn’t gove me anything. So I moved into the Cloud Kingdom, and I needed to live all by my own.But luckily I had some animals to speak to me.”
Rothbart came every single day to check on the Cloud Princess, but eventually she fought back to get more powers. The world changed and all the trees were dark around her…and there was no pollution in the air. the Cloud Princess and stopped all the pollution.
Ellie (the Cloud Princess) said, “Bye-bye” to the Cloud Elephant, and ran off to find the Crystal of Love. She told them about a wand, and a ring of love, lying in the dark depths of despair. To find the Crystal of Love, Kindness, and Helpfulness you must go there.
“Remember,” she said.
“The Crystal of Love, is the more important than all the kindness in the world!”
