Entries for November, 2005
[ November 7th, 2005 ]
The Prophecy
I was inside a church
When I heard that the king was hungry
And he wanted to eat
So he ordered his slave birds
And the flock flew through the ceiling
And to the place they arrived
But the small girl attendant replied
That there are no more chickens
There are ducks
But she do not want them to be fried
She prophesized
The person who owns a wound
Marked by one of your bill
Located on his right arm
Is the only one
Who can
Find a good food
And the most tender
Can solve the master's hunger.
Based on a dream.
The Worshipper's Virtue
I am thirsty.
An old dirty man pleading to drink said
Why don't you fetch yourself?
A fat man refuses to help
I do not have your hands
If you mind may I lend those hands of yours?
And why should I?
I might just bruise my palms
To those unjust rough ropes
Why don't you here just come?
And drop yourself like this bucket
To pay the bruises after
I have granted your request.
But I do not have your feet.
Then crawl like an animal.
But I am a man.
So order that animal instead.
But I am requesting
And it is to you that I am only pleading
Please lend me your hands just once
And God will bless those arms
Your strength will carry things
You could not carry once
Your poisoned heart with wickedness
Will be able to sing
And it will glow like gold brighter than the sun
And that shine will overcome darkness
Then you could help a helpless man.
The Rides
We passed the green grass
And saw a block of wood
It was floating not far from afar
There was a big ship near it
Someone throw a rope
And it reached and caught the wood
And we all then ride it
And into the wanted ship
And while us avoided
This annoying giant squid
That keeps on spitting its ink
To the passing passengers
We made it to the ship
And we all then ride it
We journeyed to a mansion
As another annoying thing
The bouncing balloon
It follows whoever passes it
I made it explode
And it stopped the curse.
Another Ride
We rode then arrived
We walked until we reached
He was telling stories
I went to see two mountains
The soil badly eroded in between
He pinpoints to a house here
Which he said it is connected
To the house on the mountains somewhere there
I saw my friend helping stocked water
The jags were kept above
The tree to where there are vines
She cooked yokes
There are chefs contested
Baking different kinds of bread
I wondered
All through
Alone and along.
Nats Txen Tegrat si eht Kcis
He was facing the mirror
His face on terror
There was an aged
And decaying head
Blood was dripping and
A straight line resembling
A writing of the dead
Stroked and formed letters
He shivered
Heart was pounding
He could not run
His feet was on magnet
And the words written
Nats Txen Tegrat si eht Kcis
The glass shattered
And the pieces dropped down
Left none
Someone entered
He got out and ran away
He was facing the mirror again
This time on his apartment
He washed his face
He paused, was shocked
Seeing the words again
Nats Txen Tegrat si eht Kcis
The door suddenly closed
He rolled the knob to exit
But it was locked
He could not get out
And the words written in blood
Filled the entire mirror
He shouted for help while smashing the door hard
Help! Somebody?! Anyone?!
He can do nothing
He closed his eyes
Breathed deeply
After sometime
He heard the lock clicked
And the door slowly opened
The mirror cleared
New unknown words written
Ton Diarf
He heard a whisper
Look beyond
The words reflected
From the mirror on the other side
Be Not Afrai
And the words disappeared
A moment after he read the message
The invisible hand draw letters again
NELE
Elen? he asked. Elen! he exclaimed.
He ran to his phone and dialed Elen's number
It was ringing
Come on! Please Someone answered the phone.
Somebody knocked his door
Jason? Hello? Are you there?
Elen? puzzled
He slid the door open
And he saw Elen.
[ November 18th, 2005 ]
Tifa
