Money

"Who said money don't bring happiness must have been an old rich senile man"

Counterfeit Lullaby

The downside of illegal dreams
Is that if cought you do the time
Not in the prison of the world
But in the jail inside your mind

And if you look to ease your soul
These aren't the lines you shoud've read
Because a warm and healthy sleep
Is not for those who steal a dream

Rotten cloth. A poem about life.

We roam the seas with paper boats
With paddles made of rotten cloth
Chances so small and so remote
That we will travel beyond the docks

Backwards

I saw a man the other day,
The oddest one I ever met.
His eyes connected to a point,
His face in smile of sour regret.

He held a clock is his right hand
And stared at it, but was away.
Just as I took a closer look,
I saw it ran the other way.

Not to the right. Yes, to the left!
A time-machine by all its means
Trying to turn the hands of clocks,
It was portraying our defeat.

Innuendo

It craves my skin and burns apart

It tickles ashes through my heart

Never too quite to abide

Yet not so loud as to subside

Througout the cracks it leaves a trail

A geometry that will not fail

To rumble voices in my head

Always at night when warm in bed

And there's no doctor that could tell

What's the deep well in which i fell

So all I do is hold on tight

For all I have is a moschito bite

Consequence

“Ridiculous”, he said
And punched me with a twist:
“One should forget the rules
Or use them for his best.
I say I do, I say I don’t,
Because it serves my goal.
But don’t expect me to be frank,
That would exceed my role.”

I stood and wondered with contempt:
“Isn’t that what I craved?
I followed you, and ‘cause of that
I must accept what’s next.”

It leaves me bare, or plainly numb.
But I have come to find,
That all the itches that we have
Will scratch us.
And not the other way around.

Big Bang

"Big Bang!" the Unknown yelled,

And all that is contoured.

"To some I'll be a God,

To some I'll be obscure.

To many I'll raise boundaries,

To few I'll be see-through.

To little I'll give green light,

To a lot i'll ban the draw."

"Big Bang!" I softly whisper

And try to understand:

"Am I the many, few or little

In this rotating realm?"

"Big-Bang" it's all I hear

Some billion years away,

And cannot temper tantrum.

"For all I know, it's quantum."

Cherry tint

                  -Why are the clouds so low?
                  -I don't know, but it doesn't smell like rain.

                  The sky is covered in heavy rolls of fast moving clouds. It's dark as if night is going to take over.
                  -It looks like a boiling foam... ash?!

                   I don't answer her.                 

                  The field is flat with grey grass. The color of the grass scares me, I sit on my knees to better see it. Can't tell if it's green or ash gray. I squat for a moment and look around. She's standing on the other side of the ditch, on the road, nervous.
                  I turn to her to ask her  what she thinks. With the corner of my eye , as I turn, I see an amazed and scared look on her face. She gazes in to the distance behind me.  I turn in to the direction that she looks.
                  In the distance, an uneven trunk of what seems to be glass is spewing out of the ground. It's diffuse, with a cherry red tint. It reaches the sky and splits. A mute display .The tentacles follow the contours of the clouds. It's immense.
                 A beam of white light points to my chest. It comes from the trunk, from far away.

                -It's going through you. We need to leave... please.
                She's scared with tears in her eyes. No matter how we move the beams stay on us,and go through us. A loud crackling  echoes, a combination of thunder and breaking glass noise. There is no wind.

                I wake up.

Cat lasso

                The house is empty.

                -Finally, a summer morning with a quiet house.

               He got up and went to the bathroom. Teeth brush. Shower.
               Downstairs he turned on the TV, still naked. His eyes are still sleepy. Just a lazy morning after two months of working round the clock and round the globe in the militarized junta that is telecom business.
               His eyes switched from staring deep in to the TV to the moving trinkets on the shelves,next to the windows as the light coming from outside changes to a dim grey. His hands clutch the sofa as the house starts to tremble. He stands up in a crouched position ready to jump to save his life . Tripping on the coffee table and coat hanger he rushes outside slamming the door.
               Looks like a dust storm. It's coming from behind the house and advances.
               A siren shrieks. A loud amplified voice announces:
               "The controlled demolition is over"
               His adrenalin level shoots up as he discovers he can't go back into the house as the door is locked. He's naked outside the house in a tight packed neighborhood. He remembers that there are clothes strung to dry on the first floor balcony.
                Looking around confused and scared, he sees his cat coming home(after a rough night) jumping graciously over a bundle of rope. Inspiration hits him. He ties the cat and volleys it in to the balcony. The cat hangs on to the clothes. He pulls but the cat meows and resists. It props up with its hind legs on the balcony handrail.
               A passer by sees him and calls the police. The police officers laugh together with the crowd gathered to see the naked man with a lasso cat.
               THE END

The walk

         
             I follow the sweet hills
             A simple pleasurable walk
             With details to unlock
             Your body laying on it's side
             Very easy to cover with my eyes

Orange

          -Don't fall in love with death. In death there's no conscience. In death there's no love. It's better to fall in love with lettuce. When did someone create something from death. Never...

               Whispering:
              -You know he preaches this every time.
              -Shut up, you'll might learn something.
              -Well I don't need...  

              Thumps and the two whisperers hang with broken necks.

             The preacher added :
            - If you are afraid of death,  think of the silence and peace you had before you were born.
     
           The audience is silent. All of a sudden their hair stands up as if they are under an electrical field .The gravitation generator oscillates.

       

The spider.

     The black spider with radiant evenly placed drops of white light stalks you. It's black, a silky black, no bigger than a tarantula. As soon as you close your eyes and go to sleep, it appears. First time you see it with your dream eyes. Sleep on your side, it's better that way . You think it's a dream, until it comes too close and the white light shines on your eye lids. You wake with panic and rapid movements, scared you are. But it's not there. You hope it never happens again. Now go to sleep.

In the cube

          Should this story (scene) be longer ?

          In the cube battles are fought. Lives are lost. It's an ancient war replica. Replicated are the numbers of lives lost. Soldiers lose their mind. And also a lot of fun...for those with nothing to care about.
          It's called The Cube because of the topology of that bit of space made the war debris form a cube. 
          On board of the entrance complex, in the great hall, soldiers swear the faith for which they fight. With chins up they repeat the commander's words:
             ...
          - WE SWEAR TO KEEP ALIVE  THE FAITH THAT MADE US BE!
    
            Silence...the commander takes a look and leaves. As he outed  through the great door, the soldiers behind him with a fluid and coordinated motion put their hands on their crotches and shout:

           - WE ALSO SWEAR TO COME BACK HOME WITH OUR JEWELERY INTACT!

           Laughs reverberate. The commander came back and shouted:

          -INDEED, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT.



     
   

Nightmares .

               Always he tries to reach the coffin. To burry it . Not to upset the person inside. The universe throws challenges, many hilarious. What a nightmare.

On a cloudy day...

            On a cloudy day they visited the house. An autumn day. A big old Russian style mansion left to rot.
In front of the house a fountain.

             -I'll inspect the fountain! You go round the house!
             -YEES...Very hard work you chose there! the other left with laughs.

           He threw a rock in to the fountain. It was dry. Staring at the dark filled hole he took out his monster flashlight. More of a police baton. The flashlight's length hit him in the face. The dark was quickly beaten by the light. And the fountain did not look like a fountain, more like an sky opening to a large cellar. A lot of debris laid scattered down there. Red bricks and plastic wrappers.

           -Interesting, interesting, he said to himself.

          He leaned more to have a better look. The flashlight slips his clutch and drops. With an expression that confessed his stupidity he panted, the house was big in front of him. As he looked again after the flashlight it was not there. Only darkness.

                -Maybe it broke. Even LEDs break.

                A "puff' of light hit his face and eyes. He looked, his flashlight was pointed up as he could see the heads of the leads and light cones. It disappeared as if someone ran away with it.
                His feet started moving real fast, he was running, he bumped into his colleague. His colleague had a wound on his left arm.
                -What are you doing? Why did you enter the house? The draft slammed a window in to my arm...
                -I didn't enter the house.

               A strange presence could be felt. On their left something like a dog was taking shape. A small black dog. It began charging towards them.

               It had no eyes nor ears. It was circling them with a sinister growl. Bullets did not intimidate it.
               Only the prayer that the flashlight man was mumbling seemed to have effect. From time to time the thing tried to bite. It felt like a burn. 
         
               They wanted to reach for the car. But the progress was slow. It was hard to walk in a shower of demonic aggression.

Urban assault soldier's nightmare

I have imagined this story after year of passion for a game. The game is Urban Assault:

I have strange reoccurring dreams of a little girl playing hopscotch on a Stoudson trigger .
I myself in my dream am siting on a cliff not far away .
She has a long dress over her dis-completed biowear .She smiles at me, I smile at her.
I gaze at the black sky. A smile grows inside me and on my face .
I try to lay on my back, with artistic motions as my cat when it walked the earth. My head has no time to touch the cold steel, fear pours in my veins.
Every bone, muscle, cell, molecule in my body yells danger. I jump on my feet, I try to sprint in the child's direction. Not fast enough, ankle aches.
Silence and a fine red mist touches my face. I slow down, my eyes are jumping left and right, up and down looking where the child was.
My helmet ricochets hitting the ground .
I wake up with a twitching eyelid.

The waves...

A short scene of a gruesome battle:

"The waves clash in the shy valley. Cries and curses reverberate. On each side the generals watch bored. You can tell the ones with brains or brawn. They would rather be drinking..."

In space

How would it feel to be lost in the vacuum of space?

"The Maus is drifting in deep space, slowly rotating. No star maps, no gyro's, no RFTH. The hull's skin is not repairing. Just a vague lite that reminds me of life's faith. Pressure is slowly fading, the cold is creeping. It would be perfect if mind would be clear with it."

At heaven's gate.

A nice short short story about when you reach heaven's gate. If...

Found myself at heaven's gate. No sound of joy or eternal glow. Smoked my cigarette and knocked. And knocked again. One gate slowly cracked open. A green sleepy devil answered: "Real-estate investment!!! Get out before i call the hell hounds!".