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Author: Ash

Dustland Fairytale

Posted by | Nov 13, 2012 | |

Mad Hatter vs Rocky Balboa.. I turned to my muse and slyly whispered into his brain, “Care to place a wager as to who will win this duel?” }:) He shouted back into mine,”I saw the devil wrapping up his hands!!! He’s getting ready for the showdown… I saw the minute that I turned away!!! I got my money on a pawn tonight.” Oh???!! What a coincidence, I thought out loud… Coz… “I saw the devil wrapping up his hands… He’s getting ready for the showdown… I saw the ending when they turned the page… I threw my money and I ran away.” One arena standed in the castle up in the sky… With the drawbridge closing in on the dustland fairytale that has no beginning and has no ending… Too tempting to run away from this main event. Tossed a silver Roman coin and made it freeze in mid-air… Hhhmmmmmm…. I think I’ll take the Mad Hatter!! The beast was here all...

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Broken

Posted by | Nov 13, 2012 | |

Caught a cold… Then crawled out bleeding from a minor explosion caused by my imaginary muse… Watching the smoke drift away in circles, my muse looked at me as if he saw through me and said, “The worst is over now and we can breathe again… There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight…” But looking at all that lies ahead, I replied, ” ‘I don’t feel like I am strong enough… Cause I’m broken… And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away.” He laughed and knew right away, the words to this song for the journey home. Well, a toast then.. To all the pieces of the person we once were before we knew too much, felt too much or cared to much. The beast was here all...

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Falling

Posted by | Nov 10, 2012 | |

Sat my muse down and tied him up… I swear this jester is up to no good!! Told him about my nightmare last night… Of how the boogieman came and ransacked my head. The boogieman stole my dreams and planted new demons… Then he watched those little minions grow a foot a second. “Where were YOU when all this happened??!!” I demanded. My muse laughed so hard, his eyes teared up and all he could say was how my nightmare reminded him of his own. He told me how the flood first came and swept everything under a watery carpet as far as the eye can see. It seemed like the clouds opened up and an ocean fell from the sky… Teal blue metal and liquid mercury mixed together to cover the earth. Then his eyes glazed over and went all black… Bloody tears streamed like rivers down his pale, shrunken cheeks. “… those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats… I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat… …the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands to your door have been silenced forever more…. …the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row… ….it seems farther than ever before…oh no!!!” he whispered. Okay, mate… That kinda creeped me out a little.. The beast was here all...

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Trading Flies for Living Lies

Posted by | Nov 7, 2012 | |

As I lay myself to sleep, impatiently waiting for Insomnia to leave me alone, Scar Face came and whispered my name. I heard his chuckle and turned around. “A trade,” he said and showed me his hands… “I think I understand,” I replied, ” but in place of a broken tusk, will a broken fang suffice?” That smile he had on his face… Why do I get the feeling there is more to this than meets the eye? The beast was here all...

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Fire at Will

Posted by | Nov 6, 2012 | |

I saw the message, from one lover to another… It spoke of intruders and secret codes… As only 2 hearts within a sacred space could understand. As I watched the words carve itself out in cyberspace, I, the intruder watching through the broken window pane, wondered if indeed the coldness outside was preferred to borrowed warmth. But how could this warmth be any better and who could steal into the kitchen late at night while everyone is fast asleep, to sit quietly by the dying embers of a stranger’s hearth… to feel the warmth that’s grown too cold… To be the shadow without a face stealing nothing worth stealing from a sacred space that is no longer sacred. And those who watch the phantom shadow would cheer altogether, “Fire at will!!” For what are shadows but faceless beings without allegiance and and we are strong enough to exist between man-made borders. The beast was here all...

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