Fuzzy Line Between

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Her daughter was so similar to her that it was unsettling.
She shifted in her chair & remembered airless, buzzing summer afternoons sitting on the kitchen stool. The nail that poked out of the yellow cornflowers that ran in unending wallpaper-circles along the ceiling’s edge.

The fat, golden sun had grown so hot it had melted Itself & poured quickly down over the horizon. The blood of the dying God of Light adorned her face with heat & blinding comfort, though she found no respite within her mind.
Both then, as well as now.

Her daughter was too much like her.

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Fuzzy Line Between

Wavering Seas

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He never saw her with Fishermen’s Eyes… his vision was always much more corporate.
He dragged & scraped along her surfaces, taking everything he could.
“Think Bigger!” He would say as she flinched further into the soft arms of their sofa… Seafoam Green.
“You must be like the Ocean… all persons can enjoy this beauty but forgetting about its power to destroy lives.”
He stares deep into her body when he speaks about the temper of the sea.
He monitors her skin & sweat like a hydrophone.
“Never forget that Man has tamed the Ocean, as I have tamed you.”
He grins, a shark’s tooth sliding into view.
Never truly aware of her depths.
Trenches dug by men for Eons,
Under pressurized waters,
He did not see her Typhoon Soul.
He Would Not.
His vision was always much more corporate.
He Would Drown.

Wavering Seas

Shelves

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“Wait, I just want to check this part out a bit more..”

She knew most people didn’t have as much patience for photography as she did, but she could never seem to get her lithe muscles under control when they decided to itch & pull her toward a potentially perfect shot.

This place was your typical urban fare… rusted beams, peeling green paint, broken dolls & hot-topic trinkets brought in by teens to scare people… however while exploring the main grounds, she had found a pile of rocks stacked high over an uneven but sizeable hole in the earth.
It was this that she wanted to explore further.
She shone her flashlight down, revealing wet mud, tree roots & moss.

She got on her stomach & lowered her head past the mouth of the opening.
Three meters into the hole, she swears she’s seeing shelving.

Shaking her head, feeling disoriented & blinking to clear her vision as well as her thoughts, she looks again…

“…Shelves..?” She whispered.

Her feet slid down the side of the hole until she felt solid ground.
Ducking, she crawled closer & confirmed there was shelving along the right side of this strange underground pocket.

Her eyes hit a small, grubby orange box to the side of the last shelf.

“Oh Shit.” she inhales sharply, “I know how this shit ends, fuck this.”

She cracks her head on the top of the small space as she turns quickly to exit.

“No demon curses, annoying mascots or perilous adventures for me this fuckin’ month, not one…” She mutters, briskly wasting no time, setting off in the opposite direction they had come.

Shelves

The Climb

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His fingers reached, but barely touched the spine of the thing… it was so small… but being made out of plastic, had no fear of melting back into everything it represented in it’s current form.

The dinosaur;
The first crawling, wet consciousness…
Evolution, Life, Extinction… a trudging, mindless slog through centuries of bursting rot & unending life.

The air was thick & hot, settling heavy within his pores… crushing his aching bones into petroleum, an old fossil, once wishing to fuel new worlds with his ancient wisdom… now only begging the earth to swallow him, as it had swallowed his Only Successful Seed in this life, during the previous year’s harvesting time… Perhaps death would allow his tree to bloom in some other, more distant land.

He was tired.
It was such a long climb.

The Climb

Proud Trees

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like she cultivates her grassy patch of yard…

Her daily routine can be plotted from the window,
She pulls the small, impatient dog out the door to shit,
It is disinterested in her loud bones.

She pulls a pale green hose toward the yellowing patch of sparse fur on the ground.pine
One singular tree defiantly struggles,
leaning tall against the house.

She waters the same spot faithfully,
Every day, Without fail, with a Smile
Sense of responsibility & purpose is her reward.
Her pride worn like a badge on display to her community.
All the while, blissfully ignorant…

Pine trees drown easily.

Proud Trees

How the Guitar Came To Be

How the Guitar Came To Be

Once upon a time, there was a woodcarver.
This woodcarver was the greatest of all lands, & had carved things for many people.

He had created houses, tables, chairs, beds, spoons & toys, and all other manner of things you can think of for the people of the land. He was always very proud of his work, knew his skills were envied far and wide, and yet unfortunately, the man was restless.
He had been searching for his whole life, high & low, for real understanding of truth, beauty, & love, and he had yet to find it within his life’s work.

Screenshot from 2018-07-04 04-15-11One day, as he was gathering fine wood materials in the forests by his home, he stumbled upon the Faery Queen, whom he had heard many great things about.

“Oh, Miss Faery Queen, may I please have a moment of your time?” He begged her, getting his nose right down next to the flower she was traveling upon.
She looked up, startled for a moment, that an adult human was speaking to her! But then, she knew this must be a very special man, to be able to seek the help of the Queen of all the Faeries.

“Yes, my wonderful child, what is it that you must speak with me about?” she asked, gently.

“Oh, Miss!” He cried, mournfully. “I have been faithful to my life’s work for a very long time, and I know that through your work, you should try to find fulfillment, but Miss, I regret to admit that I have yet to truly experience true beauty, truth, or love, and I must say, I would very much like to find out about those things before my bones become too weary to travel your lands.” He bowed his head and tears started to form in the corners of his eyes.

The Queen gazed with love upon the old man and smiled tenderly.

“Good Sir, here’s what I will tell you. There is an old cat in these forests, and he was once a mighty cat, king of all others. Find him, and tell him I sent you on a journey and that you shall be needing his help. He will help you, & tell you what you must do next.”

The old man felt his heart swell with joy and he graciously thanked the Faery Queen as she continued on her way.

He continued deeper on into the forest, not quite sure which direction to go, but trusting that he was on the proper path, and soon, he came upon a great, golden cat, with long strands of silvery hair, blazing outward like the sun greeting the morning horizon.

The cat looked as though he was sleeping, and his breath was heavy and slow.

The man got up close to the cat’s ear and whispered softly.

“Good King of the forests, the Faery Queen has sent me on a journey, and she thought you might help. I do not wish to disturb you, so please, take your time with me.”

The great cat lifted a mighty head and gave a long look deep into the man’s eyes.

“I have what you are searching for.” The King said, slowly.

“You must go back to your village, and for three days, you must carve a large rosewood tree into the finest carving your abilities can produce. After you are finished, take this gift I will give you, and stretch it along the wood tightly, secure it, and dry it in your kiln. Once you do this, you will know the true meaning of beauty, truth, and love.”

With that, the great cat’s jaws opened wide, & the man removed the Forest-King’s gut, packing it securely in his satchel.

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The man returned home, and did as the Queen & King had instructed.

After four days, he opened his kiln to see what had been produced.
As he opened the fire-oven, the wind rustled into the open space, and soon a vibrating tone like none other the man had heard before came whispering past his ears.

Immediately entranced, the old man picked up the delicate wooden carving with its vibrating chords, resting it in his lap gently. His deeply-weathered hands moved with a life of their own, plucking the strings slowly at first, but deeply, and eventually he was playing loud & wide, the haunting tones echoing throughout the hills & valleys of the great lands he lived within.

After a few days, a crowd had gathered, all who listened were held in pause at the beauty seemingly coaxed out of their very own souls.

Finally, after a week of playing, the man broke down and heaved great wails and sighs that could be heard for miles. “What is it!” The people cried, “That pains you so much? How could it be;” They enquired, curiously, “That you have played something so beautiful, yet you are haunted by its very sounds?”

The old man smiled through his tears and reassured them all.
“I don’t cry out of sadness, or despair, but rather a great veil has been lifted, and now!, Ah, Now I see…that these notes are in fact my own soul’s song…and I have known true beauty, truth, and love all along…I simply had never stopped to listen to its tune.”
He looked down at the instrument in his hands.

“This will forever be a tool to reconnect people to their own heart.
When people place their fingers upon these chords, may they always feel the truth radiate from their souls.”

How the Guitar Came To Be

Changes In The Way We Did Business

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It…she…it…it….she told me to stand…where it pointed….and ….Man, I don’t know why I fucking went over there man but I did and it…she…she pulled..my insides out…I felt ripped apart… like there was no coming back, I was dead and gone… Man, I didn’t even see a weapon, one second she was standing with her hands out, the next, I was screaming, I can’t…I can’t even go back there man….you can’t make me go back. I don’t know what happened to Ron, but fuck it man, fuck handsit.

I feel different, I can’t….really explain, it’s like I’m not allowed to know what’s happening…

…why are you looking at me like that man? …dude…DUDE! calm down! I’m not trying to HURT you! MAN!

CALM……DOWN!!!…….c…cal…calm down man…stop bleeding…..

Changes In The Way We Did Business