Untytld

Over & Done Searching for the light of day some say it doesn't exist find the sun now before it burns out some say that's not the case. What a waste of time down the wrong road  with the fastest cars having to run back with all that you have well, time is up. Too late. Do you know that it's over? They're closing the doors I told you before. Do you know why it's over? Why does the world have to end? Because we pretend that we don't know that it's over. It's over and done.

Where did you go? I was walking far before the clock told me I was late before the morning was my enemy and the light broke my breakfast plate. Where did you go? I was waiting, slowly the doorway closed, shut. The window was locked by the dogs outside, who heard the gunshots? Where did you go? I'm jealous of nobody  except the tiger's bite, the ink in my hands and the sword at my feet tell my enemies they have to fight. Where did you go? I'm uncertain that  I'll finally get my prey but as long as I'm tall and as fast, I can run and mother's on her knees to pray. Where did you go? Where did I go running  from a person I call myself? Confused, disoriented by a mist of indifference like burned books on a shattered shelf. 

Broken 'You've got to fix it, you have to fix it', I said to myself. It can't stay broken for too long broken pieces -like sand- on the floor broken TVs are broken. Did you see it? It was cloudy as the days we pray for. Plain and intricate, it makes my eyes turn, my head spin. The  buzzing sound of pressure and heat and quiet darkness, then it goes off. Did you see, hear that? What it said? It reminds you of those days, they remind me they aren't mine, crushing every medium of the static faith in time. Is it a crime to be  a broken TV? 'You have to fix it', I said 'lest the cloudiness leaves me dead'. I'm tired of talking to myself alone, to the voices in my head it's smashed in that sound is maddening it doesn't work like it should. Red, green and black were the colours of my pen and those crystal dots floating around in the air that TV screen was blank ...

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway Charles Scribner's Sons, 1952,  127 pages The Old Man and the Sea is one of Hemingway’s most credible works as an author but it was his last before his death in 1961. The book’s main characters are Santiago, Manolin and the marlin. It’s about an ageing fisherman, Santiago, who goes 84 days without getting any fish. He is mocked and laughed at by the other fishermen because he is considered the worst kind of unlucky ( salao ). Santiago has a relationship with a young boy, Manolin, who had been fishing with him since the boy was five. He moves on to a more profitable boat when Santiago’s luck dries out. He wishes to fish with him on the 85 th day but Santiago disagrees since Manolin is on a ‘lucky’ boat and his parents wouldn’t approve. Santiago goes out to sea alone so he can prove himself to Manolin and the fishers. He catches a large 18foot marlin which drags his boat into the middle of the sea. By the time he kills it, it...

Ignorant of Ignorance A stupid man walks down the street as a stupid man, up the hills as  a stupid man. He climbs his stairs  like a stupid man and when he falls, he stands up again like a stupid man. The stupid man has no boundaries, no limits for his stupidity so he thinks his feet are in the sky  and his head in the stars. The stupid man says he wants to fly  but forgets he has wings. When he flies he decides that  the clouds are too high to reach. Stupid man, oh! Stupid man, do not destroy humanity. It is sad that mankind depends on people like this stupid man. You see, the stupid man thinks he is smart and everything else is stupid. He is ignorant of his own stupidity so he does not know  that he is a stupid man. He walks about without understanding the nature of  Life. So what does he do? He calls it stupid. He does not know because he doesn't want t...

Fear I'm scared to death, the night came too soon nobody’s here, it's just me and you God is watching, I can feel His eyes from my back to my neck am I done, will I be done when I am? I'm scared to death no one’s listening to me I'm alone in here this room, all I see is my books that I can’t force myself to read am I done, will I be done when I am? It is too silent in this room of mine company is scarce these days the pressure of silence full of my fear of what I don’t know  will happen next.

Innocence The sun never gives me time to rise her coat was cut according to her size he says ‘give me a red rose, I’ll make you shine’ don’t buy a car with no test drive. Outside is old, my eyes are new the more her hair was cut, the more it grew he wanted something, she  never knew don’t use hard work for an excuse. The night never gives me time to rest she’d do anything for success and suddenly, an accident the lesser the mistakes, the less you get My plate never feeds me, time to eat her mind was slow, heart quick to beat he’s washing his cotton bed sheets don’t buy a book you can’t read. My book was burned, one page was left she wrote a story called ‘Innocence’ he changed the story, a different pen if the sun is watching you sleep, don’t pretend. Time to rise time to shine time to die life is a story read by different eyes. Time to live time to see time to believe life is a test for the mighty.